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"Go on," I said.
"Well, those who mean to escape their catching must get ready. I'm getting ready.
Mind you, it isn't all of us that are made for wild beasts; and that's what it's go to be.
That's why I watched you. I had my doubts. You're slender. I didn't know that it was you, you see, or just how you have been buried.
All these - the sort of people that lived in these houses, and all those damn little clerks that used to live down that way -
they'd be no good. They haven't any spirit in them - no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn't one or the other -
Lord! What is he but funk and precautions? They just used to skedaddle off to work -
I've seen hundreds of 'em, bit of breakfast in hand, running wild and shining to catch their little season-ticket train,
for the fear they'd get dismissed if they didn't; working at businesses they were afraid to take the trouble to understand;
skedaddling back for fear they wouldn't be in time for dinner; keeipng indoors after dinner for the fear of back streets,
and sleeping with the wives they married, not because they wanted them, but because they had a bit of money that would make for safety
in their one little miserable skidaddle through the world. Lives insured and a bit invested for fear of accidents. And on Sundays - fear of the hereafter.
As if hell was built for rabbits! Well, the Martians will just be godsend to these.
Nice roomy cages, fattening food, careful breeding, no worry. After a week or so chasing about the fields and lands on empty stomachs, they'll come and be caught cheerful.
They'll be quite glad after a bit. They'll wonder what people did before there were Martians to take care of them.
And the bar loafers, and mashers, and singers - I can imagine them," he said, with a sort of sombre gratification.
"There'll be any amount of sentiment and religion loose among them. There's hundreds of things I saw with my eyes that I've only begun to see claerly these last few days.
There's lots will take things as they are - fat and stupid; and lots will be worried by a sort of feeling that it's all wrong, and that they ought to be doing something.
Now whenever things are so that a lot of people feel they ought to be doing something, the weak, and those who go weak with a lot of complicated thinking,
always make for a sort of do-nothing religion, very pious and superior, and submit to persecution and the will of the Lord.
Very likely you've seen the same thing. It's energy in a gale of funk, and turned clean inside out.
These cages will be full of psalms and hymns and piety. And those of a less simple sort will work in a bit of - what is it? - eroticism."
He paused.
"Very likely these Martians will make pets of some of them; train them to do tricks - who knows? - get sentimental over the pet boy who grew up and had to be killed.
And some, maybe, they will train to hunt us."
"No," I cried, "that's impossible! No human being - "
"What's the good of going on with such lies?" said the artilleryman. "There's men who'd do it cheerful.
What nonsense to pretend there isn't!"
And I succumbed to his conviction.
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COURTESY:
"The War Of The Worlds" - H. G. Wells
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