• March 17, 2024
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians. We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.
• March 12, 2024
One after another they peered in, for nothing but their own eyes could persuade such ignorance as theirs.
• March 10, 2024
The day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London, the pressure of the flight.
• February 14, 2024
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. Then I fetched out the servant.
• February 1, 2024
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As he did not come I started off on foot in a northwesterly direction toward a point where he had told me lay the nearest waterway.
Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
Oscar Wilde
• February 3, 2023
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
