| BOOK ONE: THE COMING OF THE MARTIANS
CHAPTER 7: HOW I REACHED HOME
 (continued)   The atmosphere of the earth, we now know, contains far
 more oxygen or far less argon (whichever way one likes to
 put it) than does Mars.  The invigorating influences of this
 excess of oxygen upon the Martians indisputably did much
 to counterbalance the increased weight of their bodies.  And,
 in the second place, we all overlooked the fact that such
 mechanical intelligence as the Martian possessed was quite
 able to dispense with muscular exertion at a pinch.    But I did not consider these points at the time, and so my
 reasoning was dead against the chances of the invaders.
 With wine and food, the confidence of my own table, and
 the necessity of reassuring my wife, I grew by insensible
 degrees courageous and secure.    "They have done a foolish thing," said I, fingering my
 wineglass.  "They are dangerous because, no doubt, they are
 mad with terror.  Perhaps they expected to find no living
 things--certainly no intelligent living things.    "A shell in the pit" said I, "if the worst comes to the worst
 will kill them all."    The intense excitement of the events had no doubt left my
 perceptive powers in a state of erethism.  I remember that
 dinner table with extraordinary vividness even now.  My dear
 wife's sweet anxious face peering at me from under the pink
 lamp shade, the white cloth with its silver and glass table
 furniture--for in those days even philosophical writers had
 many little luxuries--the crimson-purple wine in my glass,
 are photographically distinct.  At the end of it I sat, tempering nuts with a cigarette, regretting Ogilvy's rashness, and
 denouncing the shortsighted timidity of the Martians.    So some respectable dodo in the Mauritius might have
 lorded it in his nest, and discussed the arrival of that shipful
 of pitiless sailors in want of animal food.  "We will peck them
 to death tomorrow, my dear."    I did not know it, but that was the last civilised dinner
 I was to eat for very many strange and terrible days. |