Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0004
H. G. Wells
‘Go on,’ said Cavor, as I sat across the edge of the manhole and looked down into the black interior of the sphere. We two were alone. It was evening, the sun had set, and the stillness of the twilight was upon everything.
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Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0001
H. Wells
As I sit down to write here amidst the shadows of vine-leaves under the blue sky of southern Italy, it comes to me with a certain quality of astonishment that my participation in these amazing adventures of Mr Cavor was, after all, the outcome of the purest accident. It might have been any one. I fell into these things at a time when I thought myself removed from the slightest possibility of disturbing experiences. I had gone to Lympne because I had imagined it the most uneventful place in the world. ‘Here, at any rate,’ said I, ‘I shall find peace and a chance to work!’
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Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0023
H. G. Wells
The two earlier messages of Mr Cavor may very well be reserved for that larger volume. They simply tell, with greater brevity and with a difference in several details that is interesting, but not of any vital importance, the bare facts of the making of the sphere and our departure from the world. Throughout, Cavor speaks of me as a man who is dead, but with a curious change of temper as he approaches our landing on the moon. ‘Poor Bedford,’ he says of me, and ‘this poor young man’; and he blames himself for inducing a young man, ‘by no means well equipped for such adventures,’ to leave a planet ‘on which he was indisputably fitted to succeed’ on so precarious a mission. I think he underrates the part my energy and practical capacity played in bringing about the realisation of his theoretical sphere. ‘We arrived,’ he says, with no more account of our passage through space than if we had made a journey of common occurrence in a railway train.
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Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0002
H. Wells
But Cavor’s fears were groundless, so far as the actual making was concerned. On the 14th of October 1899 this incredible substance was made!
但就实际制作而言，卡沃尔的担心是毫无根据的。1899年10月14日，这种不可思议的物质诞生了!
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Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0007
H. G. Wells
As we saw it first it was the wildest and most desolate of scenes. We were in an enormous amphitheatre, a vast circular plain, the floor of the giant crater. Its cliff-like walls closed us in on every side. From the westward the light of the unseen sun fell upon them, reaching to the very foot of the cliff, and showed a disordered escarpment of drab and greyish rock, lined here and there with banks and crevices of snow. This was perhaps a dozen miles away, but at first no intervening atmosphere diminished in the slightest the minutely detailed brilliancy with which these things glared at us. They stood out clear and dazzling against a background of starry blackness that seemed to our earthly eyes rather a gloriously spangled velvet curtain than the spaciousness of the sky.
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Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0006
H. G. Wells
I remember how one day Cavor suddenly opened six of our shutters and blinded me so that i cried aloud at him. The whole area was moon, a stupendous scimitar of white dawn with its edge hacked out by notches of darkness, the crescent shore of an ebbing tide of darkness, out of which peaks and pinnacles came climbing into the blaze of the sun. I take it the reader has seen pictures or photographs of the moon,* so that I need not describe the broader features of that landscape, those spacious ringlike ranges vaster than any terrestrial mountains, their summits shining in the day, their shadows harsh and deep, the grey disordered plains, the ridges, hills, and craterlets, all passing at last from a blazing illumination into a common mystery of black. Athwart this world we were flying scarcely a hundred miles above its crests and pinnacles. And now we could see, what no eye on earth will ever see, that under the blaze of the day the harsh outlines of the rocks and ravines of the plains and crater floor grew grey and indistinct under a thickening haze, that the white of their lit surfaces broke into lumps and patches, and broke again and shrank and vanished, and that here and there strange tints of brown and olive grew and spread.
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Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0021
H. G. Wells
My line of flight was about parallel with the surface as I came into the upper air. The temperature of the sphere began to rise forthwith. I knew it behoved me to drop at once. Far below me, in a darkling twilight, stretched a great expanse of sea. I opened every window I could, and fell—out of sunshine into evening, and out of evening into night. Vaster grew the earth and vaster, swallowing up the stars, and the silvery translucent starlit veil of cloud it wore spread out to catch me. At last the world seemed no longer a sphere but flat, and then concave. It was no longer a planet in the sky, but the world of Man. I shut all but an inch or so of earthward window, and dropped with a slackening velocity. The broadening water, now so near that I could see the dark glitter of the waves, rushed up to meet me. The sphere became very hot. I snapped the last strip of window, and sat scowling and biting my knuckles, waiting for the impact....
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Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0013
H. Wells
For a time neither of us spoke. To focus together all the things we had brought upon ourselves, seemed beyond my mental powers.
有一段时间，我们谁也没有说话。把我们自己带来的所有事情集中在一起，似乎超出了我的精神能力。
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Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0005
H. Wells
Presently Cavor extinguished the light. He said we had not overmuch energy stored, and that what we had we must economise for reading. For a time, whether it was long or short I do not know, there was nothing but blank darkness.
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Pub Date : 2017-01-12DOI: 10.1093/owc/9780198705048.003.0025
H. Wells
The penultimate message describes, with occasionally even elaborate detail, the encounter between Cavor and the Grand Lunar, who is the ruler or master of the moon. Cavor seems to have sent most of it without interference, but to have been interrupted in the concluding portion. The second came after an interval of a week.
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