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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cQ_dIzQ1ZnSiOG6Wh7KvvO0GyvkQGTJrAY9pA-Ab6BxbesbTPCzHzQ2coSsMw5e1nhTzlDju4Uwx5QxybNb8sOEQgBfrL13-JKJe8LtHCT_mUdU1CX1gZBEsjYvOPIy8Qj0qpC7ywtoL/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cQ_dIzQ1ZnSiOG6Wh7KvvO0GyvkQGTJrAY9pA-Ab6BxbesbTPCzHzQ2coSsMw5e1nhTzlDju4Uwx5QxybNb8sOEQgBfrL13-JKJe8LtHCT_mUdU1CX1gZBEsjYvOPIy8Qj0qpC7ywtoL/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br /><a name='more'></a>As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br /><br />"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"<br /><br />"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."<br /><br />"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."<br /><br />"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"<br />[lock]<br />Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF97GwT5GYYI9-131GJimGa4QnPj53kCFJX-USMR8lG7Giq_t2uOpUsOD4KlP9rU874iw9Tts7AoClLjH7yAF7Qf-22ozySInSmp5EDjf20-vwS0r5eT_DnwSoCwhCwS55yChd9FarevE/s640/music_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF97GwT5GYYI9-131GJimGa4QnPj53kCFJX-USMR8lG7Giq_t2uOpUsOD4KlP9rU874iw9Tts7AoClLjH7yAF7Qf-22ozySInSmp5EDjf20-vwS0r5eT_DnwSoCwhCwS55yChd9FarevE/s640/music_2.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitphw2kr_iQUDDKX-aLMy5rG2Xhexxwjb_Jp-bn-lNy64AQokCzA4FINAYYpdHbIguk6p0ZZI4b_YUFQpDz4aXJmYr8OVqZ87Wd9IB8zEVsziri8OZJc2s9Sw5HwjmcNO6P7Gy5TNkq4iR/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitphw2kr_iQUDDKX-aLMy5rG2Xhexxwjb_Jp-bn-lNy64AQokCzA4FINAYYpdHbIguk6p0ZZI4b_YUFQpDz4aXJmYr8OVqZ87Wd9IB8zEVsziri8OZJc2s9Sw5HwjmcNO6P7Gy5TNkq4iR/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" width="265" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNQGXNOiX98J9KBqm2tJgAjhQ9xT-1_oAibxP-yIBgaaej2f6riVjax7bykgaz1pvInbAlGMq5lFve6wcZmJ9arkITUh_xQOuweM3to-d9r96TFpRtrzQ2VixzssaP96fqajsv7gdiLc/s1600/cars_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNQGXNOiX98J9KBqm2tJgAjhQ9xT-1_oAibxP-yIBgaaej2f6riVjax7bykgaz1pvInbAlGMq5lFve6wcZmJ9arkITUh_xQOuweM3to-d9r96TFpRtrzQ2VixzssaP96fqajsv7gdiLc/s1600/cars_6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"<br />[/lock]<br />And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.<br /><br />A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.<br /><br />"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"<br /><br />But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.<br /><br />"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"<br /><h2><strike><i>Custom Title</i> with <span style="color: red;">Subtitle</span> and <span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: orange;">Lock Content</span></span></strike></h2><h3><strike>New Feature Subtitle Support</strike></h3><br />But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.<br /><br />Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.<br /><br />That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.

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<h3>Chapter 1</h3>The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHesBKvL4lH2CmL7s3hrH49RJU4RE2DHwJ8fNuvXxLjjX6g6M-7VzCQDwQjMt8BaBm9G_Zlnbre_HFQ7mdaIuZoiM_qZUTuaWGndwVAlQba6Dblcjv_d43tkKNm4u5j1bO3hdMaYWVJ4/s1600/foods_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Already several fatalities had attended his chase" border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHesBKvL4lH2CmL7s3hrH49RJU4RE2DHwJ8fNuvXxLjjX6g6M-7VzCQDwQjMt8BaBm9G_Zlnbre_HFQ7mdaIuZoiM_qZUTuaWGndwVAlQba6Dblcjv_d43tkKNm4u5j1bO3hdMaYWVJ4/s1600/foods_2.jpg" title="Already several fatalities had attended his chase" width="200" /></a>Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.<br /><br />Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 2</h3>His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6Fb9swstkU8FWFVVN5Cd3MDrKOOeBzUZNedjdjLP9y436seZ6wgHseLA0m_YT4S7pJckvEPifoi_shxhMMDLU0HWewiBLRopUa6d7JgVOxCOsMo0viiQXiZnJPDzvntdO4aUt2sIf9s/s1600/foods_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment" border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6Fb9swstkU8FWFVVN5Cd3MDrKOOeBzUZNedjdjLP9y436seZ6wgHseLA0m_YT4S7pJckvEPifoi_shxhMMDLU0HWewiBLRopUa6d7JgVOxCOsMo0viiQXiZnJPDzvntdO4aUt2sIf9s/s1600/foods_4.jpg" title="It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment" width="200" /></a>It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 3</h3>At the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.<br /><br />Chief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad's sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if SHE could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward's pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate's desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one's rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity—Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnjjgmogLAVxn_ihpMDELqrrMSvPJUiibInw1uTCdnE4OTT1woWv8N-2N_u2jzj5M2Zsn3jMfHUxJRSR1rXKOdsGbhiVrB6z6dvcIB-51jKKkCYhpDja9B7jzYWRrQIfJDPrFJ8k_j_w/s1600/cars_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board" border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnjjgmogLAVxn_ihpMDELqrrMSvPJUiibInw1uTCdnE4OTT1woWv8N-2N_u2jzj5M2Zsn3jMfHUxJRSR1rXKOdsGbhiVrB6z6dvcIB-51jKKkCYhpDja9B7jzYWRrQIfJDPrFJ8k_j_w/s1600/cars_4.jpg" title="But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board" width="320" /></a>But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 4</h3>In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.<br /><br />The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.<br /><br />Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGM1R7LI39fG604XZL9qZJkYcL3q1FDe5sZxZ9WbfloArsT5C8mial2EiAXsJ915eQcu3w2RC9bDl2QFPF5TG4zoq6g-ZZn88RICNpIEhoayMoT46529EC4MV23hakpvnENyjUG2RXT98/s1600/people_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="That was the story I got from him, bit by bit" border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGM1R7LI39fG604XZL9qZJkYcL3q1FDe5sZxZ9WbfloArsT5C8mial2EiAXsJ915eQcu3w2RC9bDl2QFPF5TG4zoq6g-ZZn88RICNpIEhoayMoT46529EC4MV23hakpvnENyjUG2RXT98/s1600/people_4.jpg" title="That was the story I got from him, bit by bit" width="320" /></a>That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 5</h3><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzZQBUruswUis_R4U2Hp-cjMguGWRNbNgLfzaKaaelyKvsGFF56Mws-zJodEt_ewIP0Mtwkj-Qq2H0TMu_n6WLgDb5QXXdmeYFsyok0ED9jLUo9bfPeoRIWI2mLHaC78tvhrlpAvDQ34/s1600/city_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged" border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzZQBUruswUis_R4U2Hp-cjMguGWRNbNgLfzaKaaelyKvsGFF56Mws-zJodEt_ewIP0Mtwkj-Qq2H0TMu_n6WLgDb5QXXdmeYFsyok0ED9jLUo9bfPeoRIWI2mLHaC78tvhrlpAvDQ34/s1600/city_5.jpg" title="It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged" width="320" /></a>When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.<br /><br />It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.<br /><br />Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.<br /><br />As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.<br /><br />The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder. <br /><br />[img featured="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHesBKvL4lH2CmL7s3hrH49RJU4RE2DHwJ8fNuvXxLjjX6g6M-7VzCQDwQjMt8BaBm9G_Zlnbre_HFQ7mdaIuZoiM_qZUTuaWGndwVAlQba6Dblcjv_d43tkKNm4u5j1bO3hdMaYWVJ4/s1600/foods_2.jpg"/]<br />[youtube featured="1" src="ELUn_L_a8aY"/]  <br />[img featured="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFqzadsf6Q2XP2mBQS0EO2-QvmH_JLTXsAONhFzlEStZAJat8oWZ95S4Wpvag6hB1xFGM56Faeds8BchWS942QbG60IuJAaEFfPoFjhiZIyu2yJSO9WAx5uWwN33GI8pLeOUN5waG8X4/s1600/city_4.jpg"/]<br />[img featured="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKI93V8hJlxjWExYt-4vEG8lT1R_DybApK58RFdbvv3kQeqdl9McGX9K3IF-3_ALOCDQSySI_wlqyeVPOtbHheZxWLaAXWEmspKZffRdv-oS2swip4cG3oTW1pjFxJs_SXPEVVqisNd0f/s1600/Night+City+Glow+Wallpapers+6.jpg"/]

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnW9W5xR6eOh0_lAf9RDwyzxr6AcCJAyprTViEhg0kto8JESjw0gvh0QqwN45WQfmEm9zm4cy0P6oWdowwgNjcW2Vnn2s0JQ4QwzqQPJGztkmJxIkHFsdW9Ty_SdIfpWvpyuC0wdEPONH/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop"><img alt="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnW9W5xR6eOh0_lAf9RDwyzxr6AcCJAyprTViEhg0kto8JESjw0gvh0QqwN45WQfmEm9zm4cy0P6oWdowwgNjcW2Vnn2s0JQ4QwzqQPJGztkmJxIkHFsdW9Ty_SdIfpWvpyuC0wdEPONH/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop" /></a></div>My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas. Mrs. Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses in front of them against the hot, blue sky. The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the staccato of hoofs. The lane came round sharply not fifty yards from the crossroads.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />"Good heavens!" cried Mrs. Elphinstone. "What is this you are driving us into?"<br />My brother stopped.<br /><br />For the main road was a boiling stream of people, a torrent of human beings rushing northward, one pressing on another. A great bank of dust, white and luminous in the blaze of the sun, made everything within twenty feet of the ground grey and indistinct and was perpetually renewed by the hurrying feet of a dense crowd of horses and of men and women on foot, and by the wheels of vehicles of every description.<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Way!" my brother heard voices crying. "Make way!"</blockquote>It was like riding into the smoke of a fire to approach the meeting point of the lane and road; the crowd roared like a fire, and the dust was hot and pungent. And, indeed, a little way up the road a villa was burning and sending rolling masses of black smoke across the road to add to the confusion.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6AhYUDAmqloa7jXdGghfKAo_qxw_0zBupFcXAi9XWpAh6mkGWrUbzDZUrI967h_jozhdCyZGXXphTT-d9wcgjllVju1gRVV9uhMoXU58kuMLx5ZrDz8HyGdsim6oBnDOiXkFHwsqVgai_/s1600/zendock.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="It was like riding into the smoke"><img alt="It was like riding into the smoke" border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6AhYUDAmqloa7jXdGghfKAo_qxw_0zBupFcXAi9XWpAh6mkGWrUbzDZUrI967h_jozhdCyZGXXphTT-d9wcgjllVju1gRVV9uhMoXU58kuMLx5ZrDz8HyGdsim6oBnDOiXkFHwsqVgai_/s1600/zendock.jpg" title="It was like riding into the smoke" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Macbook Accessories</td></tr></tbody></table>Two men came past them. Then a dirty woman, carrying a heavy bundle and weeping. A lost retriever dog, with hanging tongue, circled dubiously round them, scared and wretched, and fled at my brother's threat.<br /><br />So much as they could see of the road Londonward between the houses to the right was a tumultuous stream of dirty, hurrying people, pent in between the villas on either side; the black heads, the crowded forms, grew into distinctness as they rushed towards the corner, hurried past, and merged their individuality again in a receding multitude that was swallowed up at last in a cloud of dust.<br />"Go on! Go on!" cried the voices. "Way! Way!"<br /><br />One man's hands pressed on the back of another. My brother stood at the pony's head. Irresistibly attracted, he advanced slowly, pace by pace, down the lane.<br /><br />"To think of it! I've seen this beach alive with men, women, and <b>children on a pleasant Sunday</b>. And there weren't any bears to eat them up, either. And right up there on the cliff was a big restaurant where you could get anything you wanted to eat. Four million people lived in San Francisco then. And now, in the whole city and county there aren't forty all told. And out there on the sea were ships and ships always to be seen, going in for the Golden Gate or coming out. And airships in the air—dirigibles and flying machines. They could travel two hundred miles an hour. The mail contracts with the New York and San Francisco Limited demanded that for the minimum. There was a chap, a Frenchman, I forget his name, who succeeded in making three hundred; but the thing was risky, too risky for conservative persons. But he was on the right clew, and he would have managed it if it hadn't been for the Great Plague. When I was a boy, there were men alive who remembered the coming of the first aeroplanes, and now I have lived to see the last of them, and that sixty years ago."<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhbMQgGLwjN__U8PEg1qcZ1MEe0mlWtCjLeQG5lhLc1pVAWfXXWL6Hy5kRRE-jB6x27LUmqJs-yx0-B6eene6jKxXdIjZ2tYU5GAlQTQYPBSZHWAb5h-YITjeSUK9-_dDuT2IV_fyJa30/s1600/Macbook-Air-Gaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="I have lived to see the last of them"><img alt="I have lived to see the last of them" border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhbMQgGLwjN__U8PEg1qcZ1MEe0mlWtCjLeQG5lhLc1pVAWfXXWL6Hy5kRRE-jB6x27LUmqJs-yx0-B6eene6jKxXdIjZ2tYU5GAlQTQYPBSZHWAb5h-YITjeSUK9-_dDuT2IV_fyJa30/s1600/Macbook-Air-Gaming.jpg" title="I have lived to see the last of them" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Macbook Gaming</td></tr></tbody></table>The old man babbled on, unheeded by the boys, who were long accustomed to his garrulousness, and whose vocabularies, besides, lacked the greater portion of the words he used. It was noticeable that in these rambling soliloquies his English seemed to recrudesce into better construction and phraseology. But when he talked directly with the boys it lapsed, largely, into their own uncouth and simpler forms.<br /><br />"But there weren't many crabs in those days," the old man wandered on. "They were fished out, and they were great delicacies. The open season was only a month long, too. And now crabs are accessible the whole year around. Think of it—catching all the crabs you want, any time you want, in the surf of the Cliff House beach!"<br /><br />A sudden commotion among the goats brought the boys to their feet. The dogs about the fire rushed to join their snarling fellow who guarded the goats, while the goats themselves stampeded in the direction of their human protectors. A half dozen forms, lean and gray, glided about on the sand hillocks and faced the bristling dogs. Edwin arched an arrow that fell short. But Hare-Lip, with a sling such as David carried into battle against Goliath, hurled a stone through the air that whistled from the speed of its flight. It fell squarely among the wolves and caused them to slink away toward the dark depths of the eucalyptus forest.

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<blockquote>It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.</blockquote>In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzZQBUruswUis_R4U2Hp-cjMguGWRNbNgLfzaKaaelyKvsGFF56Mws-zJodEt_ewIP0Mtwkj-Qq2H0TMu_n6WLgDb5QXXdmeYFsyok0ED9jLUo9bfPeoRIWI2mLHaC78tvhrlpAvDQ34/s320/city_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Night city and bridge best photography"><img alt="Night city and bridge best photography" border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzZQBUruswUis_R4U2Hp-cjMguGWRNbNgLfzaKaaelyKvsGFF56Mws-zJodEt_ewIP0Mtwkj-Qq2H0TMu_n6WLgDb5QXXdmeYFsyok0ED9jLUo9bfPeoRIWI2mLHaC78tvhrlpAvDQ34/s720/city_5.jpg" title="Night city and bridge best photography" width="720" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Night City</td></tr></tbody></table>The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.<br /><br />That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLK25j3Vzr5UNKfKvh0iT1u2A4M8AGqqNpqMUyzUyguffssvnmSYPO-pG3W6xWwzfQVRxNtpdbzTRlBCuLB09fEhjfnvKBh0KVXmN-mwa24RQxkzmtY5gyN8K5PqwLMu2N_auS4WJ18hGE/s1600/City-Bridge-Night-Wallpaper-Photos-71239.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury"><img alt="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury" border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLK25j3Vzr5UNKfKvh0iT1u2A4M8AGqqNpqMUyzUyguffssvnmSYPO-pG3W6xWwzfQVRxNtpdbzTRlBCuLB09fEhjfnvKBh0KVXmN-mwa24RQxkzmtY5gyN8K5PqwLMu2N_auS4WJ18hGE/s1600/City-Bridge-Night-Wallpaper-Photos-71239.jpg" title="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury" width="320" /></a></div>When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.<br /><br />Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.<br /><br />As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.<br /><br />The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder.<br /><br />We traversed a trackless waste of moss which, bending to the pressure of broad tire or padded foot, rose up again behind us, leaving no sign that we had passed. We might indeed have been the wraiths of the departed dead upon the dead sea of that dying planet for all the sound or sign we made in passing. It was the first march of a large body of men and animals I had ever witnessed which raised no dust and left no spoor; for there is no dust upon Mars except in the cultivated districts during the winter months, and even then the absence of high winds renders it almost unnoticeable.<br /><br />We camped that night at the foot of the hills we had been approaching for two days and which marked the southern boundary of this particular sea. Our animals had been two days without drink, nor had they had water for nearly two months, not since shortly after leaving Thark; but, as Tars Tarkas explained to me, they require but little and can live almost indefinitely upon the moss which covers Barsoom, and which, he told me, holds in its tiny stems sufficient moisture to meet the limited demands of the animals.<br /><br />After partaking of my evening meal of cheese-like food and vegetable milk I sought out Sola, whom I found working by the light of a torch upon some of Tars Tarkas' trappings.[right-post] She looked up at my approach, her face lighting with pleasure and with welcome.

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYsnpz29L7cXV3SpwPBopBL-yjPE20P2ND-7n1NUHiXqmx6JmHS73LS4PJveNtnUCwsKg1z-A4V89_AMg9cwdvFfROtC36wUJhuxbAT_O1PLzI-jDzq7fFwc1i-dbOezEQ0bSbqNjsHL4/s1600/cars_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling"><img alt="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling" border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYsnpz29L7cXV3SpwPBopBL-yjPE20P2ND-7n1NUHiXqmx6JmHS73LS4PJveNtnUCwsKg1z-A4V89_AMg9cwdvFfROtC36wUJhuxbAT_O1PLzI-jDzq7fFwc1i-dbOezEQ0bSbqNjsHL4/s1600/cars_5.jpg" title="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling" width="720" /></a></div><br />During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The sea was not very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in the north-east, the sails were hoisted, and the Henrietta ploughed across the waves like a real trans-Atlantic steamer.<br /><br />Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had the crew seen so jolly and dexterous a fellow. He formed warm friendships with the sailors, and amazed them with his acrobatic feats. He thought they managed the vessel like gentlemen, and that the stokers fired up like heroes. His loquacious good-humour infected everyone. He had forgotten the past, its vexations and delays. He only thought of the end, so nearly accomplished; and sometimes he boiled over with impatience, as if heated by the furnaces of the Henrietta. Often, also, the worthy fellow revolved around Fix, looking at him with a keen, distrustful eye; but he did not speak to him, for their old intimacy no longer existed.<br /><br />Fix, it must be confessed, understood nothing of what was going on. The conquest of the Henrietta, the bribery of the crew, Fogg managing the boat like a skilled seaman, amazed and confused him. He did not know what to think. For, after all, a man who began by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds might end by stealing a vessel; and Fix was not unnaturally inclined to conclude that the Henrietta under Fogg's command, was not going to Liverpool at all, but to some part of the world where the robber, turned into a pirate, would quietly put himself in safety. The conjecture was at least a plausible one, and the detective began to seriously regret that he had embarked on the affair.<br />As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl and growl in his cabin; and Passepartout, whose duty it was to carry him his meals, courageous as he was, took the greatest precautions. Mr. Fogg did not seem even to know that there was a captain on board.<br /><br />On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of Newfoundland, a dangerous locality; during the winter, especially, there are frequent fogs and heavy gales of wind. Ever since the evening before the barometer, suddenly falling, had indicated an approaching change in the atmosphere; and during the night the temperature varied, the cold became sharper, and the wind veered to the south-east.<br />This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to deviate from his course, furled his sails and increased the force of the steam; but the vessel's speed slackened, owing to the state of the sea, the long waves of which broke against the stern. She pitched violently, and this retarded her progress. The breeze little by little swelled into a tempest, and it was to be feared that the Henrietta might not be able to maintain herself upright on the waves.<br /><br />Passepartout's visage darkened with the skies, and for two days the poor fellow experienced constant fright. But Phileas Fogg was a bold mariner, and knew how to maintain headway against the sea; and he kept on his course, without even decreasing his steam. The Henrietta, when she could not rise upon the waves, crossed them, swamping her deck, but passing safely. Sometimes the screw rose out of the water, beating its protruding end, when a mountain of water raised the stern above the waves; but the craft always kept straight ahead.<br /><br /><blockquote>"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know. How do you know anything you can't see?"</blockquote>The wind, however, did not grow as boisterous as might have been feared; it was not one of those tempests which burst, and rush on with a speed of ninety miles an hour. It continued fresh, but, unhappily, it remained obstinately in the south-east, rendering the sails useless.<br /><br />The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Phileas Fogg's departure from London, and the Henrietta had not yet been seriously delayed. Half of the voyage was almost accomplished, and the worst localities had been passed. In summer, success would have been well-nigh certain. In winter, they were at the mercy of the bad season. Passepartout said nothing; but he cherished hope in secret, and comforted himself with the reflection that, if the wind failed them, they might still count on the steam.<br /><br />On this day the engineer came on deck, went up to Mr. Fogg, and began to speak earnestly with him. Without knowing why it was a presentiment, perhaps Passepartout became vaguely uneasy. He would have given one of his ears to hear with the other what the engineer was saying. 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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3-pRaKEBEmlEnG9Lb7dzo2jvLUkxkhe_tEGq14bgmep-cBq2KKx96W8lC0Q5rNOZoCNqzBXy2VATCTmjBHy13zLsbNKy8On_PCgxmBrVv-4nxQ6h1LysU1w4Al6axTXwvr6XZXShYg8O/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy"><img alt="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy" border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3-pRaKEBEmlEnG9Lb7dzo2jvLUkxkhe_tEGq14bgmep-cBq2KKx96W8lC0Q5rNOZoCNqzBXy2VATCTmjBHy13zLsbNKy8On_PCgxmBrVv-4nxQ6h1LysU1w4Al6axTXwvr6XZXShYg8O/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" title="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy" width="640" /></a></div><br />"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.<br /><br />"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /><br />It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br />"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."<br /><br />The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /><br />"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."<br /><br />The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.<br /><br />"It was in the summer of 2013 that the Plague came. I was twenty-seven years old, and well do I remember it. Wireless despatches—"<br />Hare-Lip spat loudly his disgust, and Granser hastened to make amends.<br /><br />"We talked through the air in those days, thousands and thousands of miles. And the word came of a strange disease that had broken out in New York. There were seventeen millions of people living then in that noblest city of America. Nobody thought anything about the news. It was only a small thing. There had been only a few deaths. It seemed, though, that they had died very quickly, and that one of the first signs of the disease was the turning red of the face and all the body. Within twenty-four hours came the report of the first case in Chicago. And on the same day, it was made public that London, the greatest city in the world, next to Chicago, had been secretly fighting the plague for two weeks and censoring the news despatches—that is, not permitting the word to go forth to the rest of the world that London had the plague. [left-side]

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNQGXNOiX98J9KBqm2tJgAjhQ9xT-1_oAibxP-yIBgaaej2f6riVjax7bykgaz1pvInbAlGMq5lFve6wcZmJ9arkITUh_xQOuweM3to-d9r96TFpRtrzQ2VixzssaP96fqajsv7gdiLc/s1600/cars_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!"><img alt="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNQGXNOiX98J9KBqm2tJgAjhQ9xT-1_oAibxP-yIBgaaej2f6riVjax7bykgaz1pvInbAlGMq5lFve6wcZmJ9arkITUh_xQOuweM3to-d9r96TFpRtrzQ2VixzssaP96fqajsv7gdiLc/s640/cars_6.jpg" title="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!" width="640" /></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br /><br />"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"<br /><br />"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."<br /><br />"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."<br /><br />"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"<br /><br />Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.<br /><br /><blockquote>"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"</blockquote><br />And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a 1em="" am="" auto="" dor="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cQ_dIzQ1ZnSiOG6Wh7KvvO0GyvkQGTJrAY9pA-Ab6BxbesbTPCzHzQ2coSsMw5e1nhTzlDju4Uwx5QxybNb8sOEQgBfrL13-JKJe8LtHCT_mUdU1CX1gZBEsjYvOPIy8Qj0qpC7ywtoL/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" i="" imageanchor="1" left="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" not="" of="" rel="nofollow" style="clear: title=;"><img alt="I am not of Dor" border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cQ_dIzQ1ZnSiOG6Wh7KvvO0GyvkQGTJrAY9pA-Ab6BxbesbTPCzHzQ2coSsMw5e1nhTzlDju4Uwx5QxybNb8sOEQgBfrL13-JKJe8LtHCT_mUdU1CX1gZBEsjYvOPIy8Qj0qpC7ywtoL/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" title="I am not of Dor" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Headseat</td></tr></tbody></table>A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.<br /><br />"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"<br /><br />But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitphw2kr_iQUDDKX-aLMy5rG2Xhexxwjb_Jp-bn-lNy64AQokCzA4FINAYYpdHbIguk6p0ZZI4b_YUFQpDz4aXJmYr8OVqZ87Wd9IB8zEVsziri8OZJc2s9Sw5HwjmcNO6P7Gy5TNkq4iR/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="Where is this Virginia"><img alt="Where is this Virginia" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitphw2kr_iQUDDKX-aLMy5rG2Xhexxwjb_Jp-bn-lNy64AQokCzA4FINAYYpdHbIguk6p0ZZI4b_YUFQpDz4aXJmYr8OVqZ87Wd9IB8zEVsziri8OZJc2s9Sw5HwjmcNO6P7Gy5TNkq4iR/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" title="Where is this Virginia" width="212" /></a></div>"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"<br />But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.<br /><br /><i>Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.</i><br /><br />That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.<br /><br /><ul><li>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered</li><li> And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king</li><li> Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable</li><li> Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra</li><li> But my troubles came when I entered the canyon beyond the summit, for here I found that several of them centered at the point where I crossed the divide, and which one I had traversed to reach the pass I could not for the life of me remember</li></ul>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered. And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king. Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable. Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to.<br /><br /><ol><li>"Alas! In my hurry—I—I forgot—" "What?" "To turn off the gas in my room!" "Very well, young man," returned Mr</li><li> Fogg, coolly; "it will burn—at your expense</li><li>" Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his departure from London would create a lively sensation at the West End</li><li> The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members</li><li> From the club it soon got into the papers throughout England</li><li> The boasted "tour of the world" was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim</li></ol><h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one</h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one of the warriors, bearing arms, accouterments and ornaments, and in a flash one of her questions was answered and a puzzle cleared up for me. I saw that the body of my dead antagonist had been stripped, and I read in the menacing yet respectful attitude of the warrior who had brought me these trophies of the kill the same demeanor as that evinced by the other who had brought me my original equipment, and now for the first time I realized that my blow, on the occasion of my first battle in the audience chamber had resulted in the death of my adversary.<br /><br /><h2>"Aye, I see!—wanted to part it; free the fast-fish—an old trick—I know him."</h2>"There are almost as many conjectures as to that as there are geologists," was his answer. "One estimates it thirty miles, because the internal heat, increasing at the rate of about one degree to each sixty to seventy feet depth, would be sufficient to fuse the most refractory substances at that distance beneath the surface. Another finds that the phenomena of precession and nutation require that the earth, if not entirely solid, must at least have a shell not less than eight hundred to a thousand miles in thickness. So there you are.<br /><br /><h3>The old man looked at me for a long time before he spoke. </h3>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves. They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp teeth.<br /><br />"Go to those people," said the Witch, "and tear them to pieces."<br /><br /><h4>"Who are you, Zodangan?" she whispered. "Another enemy to harass me in my misery?"</h4>The old man accelerated his pace, sniffing eagerly as he neared the fire.<br />"Mussels!" he muttered ecstatically. "Mussels! And ain't that a crab, Hoo-Hoo? Ain't that a crab? My, my, you boys are good to your old grandsire."<br /><br />Hoo-Hoo, who was apparently of the same age as Edwin, grinned.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"All you want, Granser. I got four."</blockquote><h5>They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention. </h5>I had observed on the two occasions when I had seen her that the prisoner exchanged words with her guards, and this convinced me that they spoke, or at least could make themselves understood by a common language. With this added incentive I nearly drove Sola distracted by my importunities to hasten on my education and within a few more days I had mastered the Martian tongue sufficiently well to enable me to carry on a passable conversation and to fully understand practically all that I heard.<br /><br />At this time our sleeping quarters were occupied by three or four females and a couple of the recently hatched young, beside Sola and her youthful ward, myself, and Woola the hound. After they had retired for the night it was customary for the adults to carry on a desultory conversation for a short time before lapsing into sleep, and now that I could understand their language I was always a keen listener, although I never proffered any remarks myself.<br /><br />On the night following the prisoner's visit to the audience chamber the conversation finally fell upon this subject, and I was all ears on the instant. I had feared to question Sola relative to the beautiful captive, as I could not but recall the strange expression I had noted upon her face after my first encounter with the prisoner. That it denoted jealousy I could not say, and yet, judging all things by mundane standards as I still did, I felt it safer to affect indifference in the matter until I learned more surely Sola's attitude toward the object of my solicitude.<br /><br />Sarkoja, one of the older women who shared our domicile, had been present at the audience as one of the captive's guards, and it was toward her the question turned.<br /><h6>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves.</h6>Flutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left. It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication. This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.<br /><br />Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.<br /><br />This smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal. At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.[left-post]

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[soundcloud src="189279166"/] There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, 'I wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A barrowful will do, to begin with.'<br /><br />'A barrowful of WHAT?' thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. 'I'll put a stop to this,' she said to herself, and shouted out, 'You'd better not do that again!' which produced another dead silence.<br /><br />Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it's sure to make SOME change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose.'<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Honored at The Photography Awards" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOo12YYWrXN0ugS0uLflci1J77OMYcSanyYJMl-PgCE-IURr8rMZV2nZsZ8NKFQaKEHZ_NRs-R0MVEu6JoFXks7VWlmL28IJicjxU-lRTQ2_mXWnFGiXQOw0rpiYK_eo5x2vsKCXLIg34/s1600/music_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Honored at The Photography Awards" border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOo12YYWrXN0ugS0uLflci1J77OMYcSanyYJMl-PgCE-IURr8rMZV2nZsZ8NKFQaKEHZ_NRs-R0MVEu6JoFXks7VWlmL28IJicjxU-lRTQ2_mXWnFGiXQOw0rpiYK_eo5x2vsKCXLIg34/s1600/music_1.jpg" title="Honored at The Photography Awards" width="640" /></a></div><br />So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.<br /><br />'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan.'<br /><br />It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.<br />An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 'Poor little thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.<br /><br />Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.<br />This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.<br /><br />'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if—if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see—how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?'

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijp7nM4KwonSOxsR_1tjzL-YEcukXNqboN3zGfQGr4jHAiitB9bGJMIm0OqA2LRxs_8k4yd7qkEdBUmgaQOVsh6GrqVrHD4vUDFzwyq_m-vLKgnOxg-QUpUDn5yk8UiC49h4EMaCByiJw/s1600/nature_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijp7nM4KwonSOxsR_1tjzL-YEcukXNqboN3zGfQGr4jHAiitB9bGJMIm0OqA2LRxs_8k4yd7qkEdBUmgaQOVsh6GrqVrHD4vUDFzwyq_m-vLKgnOxg-QUpUDn5yk8UiC49h4EMaCByiJw/s1600/nature_2.jpg" width="720" /></a></div>"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.<br /><br />"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /><br />It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."</blockquote><br />The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /><br />"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."<br /><br />The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.<br /><br />[review]<br />[item review-value="4"]Gameplay[/item]<br />[item review-value="6"]Graphics[/item]<br />[item review-value="10"]Sound[/item]<br />[content title="Summary" label="Overall Score"]My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book Earth in the Balance, and the much more popular Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards but I know you in the future back in our hands.[/content]<br />[/review]

Best Relaxing Places In The World

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About the growing gap profits

As I walked, my eyes were bent upon the beach so that it was not until I had come quite upon it that I discovered that which shattered all my beautiful dream of solitude and safety and peace and primal overlordship. The thing was a hollowed log drawn upon the sands, and in the bottom of it lay a crude paddle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFK2_ou5qmL2aaOjL2cosq3TQfmjqqfDvvHVoCdroH_Dhde_6zcoHuAAoWoY5fJQEsAt6YZVAdQkdv5g6fH_DrdQK3Hw3JNZGiIVU_xjluGIr1HqfRhHvb47XzLscqTDE8HkcyKeEDRE/s320/foods_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="About the growing gap profits"><img alt="About the growing gap profits" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFK2_ou5qmL2aaOjL2cosq3TQfmjqqfDvvHVoCdroH_Dhde_6zcoHuAAoWoY5fJQEsAt6YZVAdQkdv5g6fH_DrdQK3Hw3JNZGiIVU_xjluGIr1HqfRhHvb47XzLscqTDE8HkcyKeEDRE/s320/foods_5.jpg" title="About the growing gap profits" width="250" /></a></div>The rude shock of awakening to what doubtless might prove some new form of danger was still upon me when I heard a rattling of loose stones from the direction of the bluff, and turning my eyes in that direction I beheld the author of the disturbance, a great copper-colored man, running rapidly toward me.<br /><br />There was that in the haste with which he came which seemed quite sufficiently menacing, so that I did not need the added evidence of brandishing spear and scowling face to warn me that I was in no safe position, but whither to flee was indeed a momentous question.<br /><br />The speed of the fellow seemed to preclude the possibility of escaping him upon the open beach. There was but a single alternative—the rude skiff—and with a celerity which equaled his, I pushed the thing into the sea and as it floated gave a final shove and clambered in over the end.<br /><br />A cry of rage rose from the owner of the primitive craft, and an instant later his heavy, stone-tipped spear grazed my shoulder and buried itself in the bow of the boat beyond. Then I grasped the paddle, and with feverish haste urged the awkward, wobbly thing out upon the surface of the sea.<br /><br />A glance over my shoulder showed me that the copper-colored one had plunged in after me and was swimming rapidly in pursuit. His mighty strokes bade fair to close up the distance between us in short order, for at best I could make but slow progress with my unfamiliar craft, which nosed stubbornly in every direction but that which I desired to follow, so that fully half my energy was expended in turning its blunt prow back into the course.<br /><br />[pgallery] [img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Xm93v31vL_9WFCnLNnUgKaa0JFd4vww_47Xgl9FKA7_hdaaNYOWvNJfKq80YWI8C5D3x4RCQ-gkGgeE7t9x0ib0EelzYVrLnia7xjebf2iD87xJg8v63OX3RBAChs3FW6v6rTCcxk9c/s320/foods_3.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6Fb9swstkU8FWFVVN5Cd3MDrKOOeBzUZNedjdjLP9y436seZ6wgHseLA0m_YT4S7pJckvEPifoi_shxhMMDLU0HWewiBLRopUa6d7JgVOxCOsMo0viiQXiZnJPDzvntdO4aUt2sIf9s/s1600/foods_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg24mKIwZ1fO6oDQJkdDkojB192IicyqUatTQWG4Xt_oY4CrBuJvJcughf9PyNn1CArdWmKtIAfZBWQXGEmvRUx7oBts1_VKa8XaoaSPhJum2OoHUGAiNnpxTL4FEvYVBMQ5eDL2CK-dU2/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"][/img] [img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqx-fZq2-63Qa8IrV6CNWc11NZ6RP6mgmxJdubJh_cFoEZGHkaaW3PAoYm-fn4Uub8mXFGENAGtIAHM4WpwMjC9U6-Fb27F7rHotXHvV6OKzn9xVkAyCFd7PPOh2vzPu4im5hv4r442-dz/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtVnHZQJrgra7VrdydG_KXBw4ZARv2g3NCsX-bN5Pzn_YFtLN9uBSs-mSWAv9bjgtgK5A8mNRCq0-qaAvSNKTtC4IWgkkTsFoAooRvUhwooOC_4_oRm-edZjz9FPaBvuaa8TcPWoH9MA/s1600/foods_6.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpk6zgVvzTvh8tKA7SeYi_4LYJpWcj-fq6HATzrbtWZLdHYq6odJcRjpEl2whe9JOs3KKg3kvF3-0BURa7deQn4s22UwDcgLBujQT7xZwYLHxM1YamJBjQlVQgWYzxD8hQGehLVRBFKUd0/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"][/img] [/pgallery] <br /><br />I had covered some hundred yards from shore when it became evident that my pursuer must grasp the stern of the skiff within the next half-dozen strokes. In a frenzy of despair, I bent to the grandfather of all paddles in a hopeless effort to escape, and still the copper giant behind me gained and gained.<br />His hand was reaching upward for the stern when I saw a sleek, sinuous body shoot from the depths below. The man saw it too, and the look of terror that overspread his face assured me that I need have no further concern as to him, for the fear of certain death was in his look.<br /><br />And then about him coiled the great, slimy folds of a hideous monster of that prehistoric deep—a mighty serpent of the sea, with fanged jaws, and darting forked tongue, with bulging eyes, and bony protuberances upon head and snout that formed short, stout horns.<br /><br />As I looked at that hopeless struggle my eyes met those of the doomed man, and I could have sworn that in his I saw an expression of hopeless appeal. But whether I did or not there swept through me a sudden compassion for the fellow. He was indeed a brother-man, and that he might have killed me with pleasure had he caught me was forgotten in the extremity of his danger.

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Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBG5-eobP_v7vgPTviJ24dIDFQmg01fToFJQ1iJD7R0AyPldGFAvLAelBr7NMEfbaSL0lL8s4IFiI1xcRKMKSkz5PfB9Qpkw_LswhbXTxTOPTOFfntjxXlViN8Rg5kqg54FHOPp-7zipY/s320/city_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" border="0" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBG5-eobP_v7vgPTviJ24dIDFQmg01fToFJQ1iJD7R0AyPldGFAvLAelBr7NMEfbaSL0lL8s4IFiI1xcRKMKSkz5PfB9Qpkw_LswhbXTxTOPTOFfntjxXlViN8Rg5kqg54FHOPp-7zipY/s320/city_3.jpg" title="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" width="720" /></a></div><br />At dawn on the 13th the Carnatic entered the port of Yokohama. This is an important port of call in the Pacific, where all the mail-steamers, and those carrying travellers between North America, China, Japan, and the Oriental islands put in. It is situated in the bay of Yeddo, and at but a short distance from that second capital of the Japanese Empire, and the residence of the Tycoon, the civil Emperor, before the Mikado, the spiritual Emperor, absorbed his office in his own. The Carnatic anchored at the quay near the custom-house, in the midst of a crowd of ships bearing the flags of all nations.<br /><br />Passepartout went timidly ashore on this so curious territory of the Sons of the Sun. He had nothing better to do than, taking chance for his guide, to wander aimlessly through the streets of Yokohama. He found himself at first in a thoroughly European quarter, the houses having low fronts, and being adorned with verandas, beneath which he caught glimpses of neat peristyles. This quarter occupied, with its streets, squares, docks, and warehouses, all the space between the "promontory of the Treaty" and the river. Here, as at Hong Kong and Calcutta, were mixed crowds of all races, Americans and English, Chinamen and Dutchmen, mostly merchants ready to buy or sell anything. The Frenchman felt himself as much alone among them as if he had dropped down in the midst of Hottentots.<br /><br />He had, at least, one resource to call on the French and English consuls at Yokohama for assistance. But he shrank from telling the story of his adventures, intimately connected as it was with that of his master; and, before doing so, he determined to exhaust all other means of aid. As chance did not favour him in the European quarter, he penetrated that inhabited by the native Japanese, determined, if necessary, to push on to Yeddo.<br /><br />The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is called Benten, after the goddess of the sea, who is worshipped on the islands round about. There Passepartout beheld beautiful fir and cedar groves, sacred gates of a singular architecture, bridges half hid in the midst of bamboos and reeds, temples shaded by immense cedar-trees, holy retreats where were sheltered Buddhist priests and sectaries of Confucius, and interminable streets, where a perfect harvest of rose-tinted and red-cheeked children, who looked as if they had been cut out of Japanese screens, and who were playing in the midst of short-legged poodles and yellowish cats, might have been gathered.<br /><br />The streets were crowded with people. Priests were passing in processions, beating their dreary tambourines; police and custom-house officers with pointed hats encrusted with lac and carrying two sabres hung to their waists; soldiers, clad in blue cotton with white stripes, and bearing guns; the Mikado's guards, enveloped in silken doubles, hauberks and coats of mail; and numbers of military folk of all ranks—for the military profession is as much respected in Japan as it is despised in China—went hither and thither in groups and pairs. Passepartout saw, too, begging friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple civilians, with their warped and jet-black hair, big heads, long busts, slender legs, short stature, and complexions varying from copper-colour to a dead white, but never yellow, like the Chinese, from whom the Japanese widely differ. He did not fail to observe the curious equipages—carriages and palanquins, barrows supplied with sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the women—whom he thought not especially handsome—who took little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore canvas shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood, and who displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests, teeth fashionably blackened, and gowns crossed with silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind an ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed from the dames of Japan.<br /><br />Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst of this motley crowd, looking in at the windows of the rich and curious shops, the jewellery establishments glittering with quaint Japanese ornaments, the restaurants decked with streamers and banners, the tea-houses, where the odorous beverage was being drunk with saki, a liquor concocted from the fermentation of rice, and the comfortable smoking-houses, where they were puffing, not opium, which is almost unknown in Japan, but a very fine, stringy tobacco. He went on till he found himself in the fields, in the midst of vast rice plantations. There he saw dazzling camellias expanding themselves, with flowers which were giving forth their last colours and perfumes, not on bushes, but on trees, and within bamboo enclosures, cherry, plum, and apple trees, which the Japanese cultivate rather for their blossoms than their fruit, and which queerly-fashioned, grinning scarecrows protected from the sparrows, pigeons, ravens, and other voracious birds. On the branches of the cedars were perched large eagles; amid the foliage of the weeping willows were herons, solemnly standing on one leg; and on every hand were crows, ducks, hawks, wild birds, and a multitude of cranes, which the Japanese consider sacred, and which to their minds symbolise long life and prosperity.

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Serenity at the Beaches of West Coast

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OzkzyAM0iQTPRM0h3coFlR5CTWJzBY3X_yNTejZoPfrg-dsKHcbgLez3t_vrD1EVJ2sgCEETx4c3uGhlqvY64d6kKGRt5S2iNyZMVVKyQdM9-tu3zrsBYT0U667B3pGqwzGiFlczF5c/s1600/people_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OzkzyAM0iQTPRM0h3coFlR5CTWJzBY3X_yNTejZoPfrg-dsKHcbgLez3t_vrD1EVJ2sgCEETx4c3uGhlqvY64d6kKGRt5S2iNyZMVVKyQdM9-tu3zrsBYT0U667B3pGqwzGiFlczF5c/s1600/people_3.jpg" width="800" /></a></div><br />Fix emerged from his cabin and went on deck. Passepartout was promenading up and down in the forward part of the steamer. The detective rushed forward with every appearance of extreme surprise, and exclaimed, "You here, on the Rangoon?"<br /><br />"What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?" returned the really astonished Passepartout, recognising his crony of the Mongolia. "Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are, on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round the world too?"<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"No, no," replied Fix; "I shall stop at Hong Kong—at least for some days."</blockquote><br />"Hum!" said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant perplexed. "But how is it I have not seen you on board since we left Calcutta?"<br /><br />"Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness—I've been staying in my berth. The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?"<br /><br />"As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time! But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a young lady with us."<br /><br />"A young lady?" replied the detective, not seeming to comprehend what was said.<br />Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the affair at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest, and sentence of the Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events, seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related; and the later was charmed to find so interested a listener.<br /><br />"But does your master propose to carry this young woman to Europe?"<br /><br />"Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong Kong."

Serenity at the Beaches of West Coast

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Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKaSxny1oSmZbXfkemin_BG0yUjAJ0pzR5wbEYhyQVXx2FvhbkcY3zSBzpp7NOry2LBFS5ckb5BoZbDK2teXF-c31k22L34Gw5ousSMniUnhlvazi-Oecz2pizzdaQj8puhyphenhyphenUISuhRf_3/s1600/google-glass-700x357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKaSxny1oSmZbXfkemin_BG0yUjAJ0pzR5wbEYhyQVXx2FvhbkcY3zSBzpp7NOry2LBFS5ckb5BoZbDK2teXF-c31k22L34Gw5ousSMniUnhlvazi-Oecz2pizzdaQj8puhyphenhyphenUISuhRf_3/s1600/google-glass-700x357.jpg" title="Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now" /></a></div><br />The storm burst upon us six years ago now. As Mars approached opposition, Lavelle of Java set the wires of the astronomical exchange palpitating with the amazing intelligence of a huge outbreak of incandescent gas upon the planet. It had occurred towards midnight of the twelfth; and the spectroscope, to which he had at once resorted, indicated a mass of flaming gas, chiefly hydrogen, moving with an enormous velocity towards this earth. This jet of fire had become invisible about a quarter past twelve. He compared it to a colossal puff of flame suddenly and violently squirted out of the planet, "as flaming gases rushed out of a gun."<br /><br />In spite of all that has happened since, I still remember that vigil very distinctly: the black and silent observatory, the shadowed lantern throwing a feeble glow upon the floor in the corner, the steady ticking of the clockwork of the telescope, the little slit in the roof--an oblong profundity with the stardust streaked across it. Ogilvy moved about, invisible but audible. Looking through the telescope, one saw a circle of deep blue and the little round planet swimming in the field. It seemed such a little thing, so bright and small and still, faintly marked with transverse stripes, and slightly flattened from the perfect round. But so little it was, so silvery warm--a pin's-head of light! It was as if it quivered, but really this was the telescope vibrating with the activity of the clockwork that kept the planet in view.<br /><br />As I watched, the planet seemed to grow larger and smaller and to advance and recede, but that was simply that my eye was tired. Forty millions of miles it was from us--more than forty millions of miles of void. Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims.<br /><br />Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space. You know how that blackness looks on a frosty starlight night. In a telescope it seems far profounder. And invisible to me because it was so remote and small, flying swiftly and steadily towards me across that incredible distance, drawing nearer every minute by so many thousands of miles, came the Thing they were sending us, the Thing that was to bring so much struggle and calamity and death to the earth. I never dreamed of it then as I watched; no one on earth dreamed of that unerring missile.<br /><br />That night, too, there was another jetting out of gas from the distant planet. I saw it. A reddish flash at the edge, the slightest projection of the outline just as the chronometer struck midnight; and at that I told Ogilvy and he took my place. The night was warm and I was thirsty, and I went stretching my legs clumsily and feeling my way in the darkness, to the little table where the siphon stood, while Ogilvy exclaimed at the streamer of gas that came out towards us.<br /><br />That night another invisible missile started on its way to the earth from Mars, just a second or so under twenty-four hours after the first one. I remember how I sat on the table there in the blackness, with patches of green and crimson swimming before my eyes. I wished I had a light to smoke by, little suspecting the meaning of the minute gleam I had seen and all that it would presently bring me. Ogilvy watched till one, and then gave it up; and we lit the lantern and walked over to his house. Down below in the darkness were Ottershaw and Chertsey and all their hundreds of people, sleeping in peace.<br /><br /><blockquote>"An' you ain't never seen bad luck," Edwin concluded triumphantly. "You're just as bad as Granser and his germs. You believe in what you don't see. Go on, Granser."</blockquote>He was full of speculation that night about the condition of Mars, and scoffed at the vulgar idea of its having inhabitants who were signalling us. His idea was that meteorites might be falling in a heavy shower upon the planet, or that a huge volcanic explosion was in progress. He pointed out to me how unlikely it was that organic evolution had taken the same direction in the two adjacent planets.<br />"The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one," he said.<br /><br />Hundreds of observers saw the flame that night and the night after about midnight, and again the night after; and so for ten nights, a flame each night. Why the shots ceased after the tenth no one on earth has attempted to explain. It may be the gases of the firing caused the Martians inconvenience. Dense clouds of smoke or dust, visible through a powerful telescope on earth as little grey, fluctuating patches, spread through the clearness of the planet's atmosphere and obscured its more familiar features.

Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now

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