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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnFtJplZLuBbRsYLkXAEtZWdXaDzNxHSQ-hxmRvizA1SXG3v88urOmaGRbJhVQ7h2ldKjpTmyZbBKijKAbNsd9klRttjrSZvqfo03_UhYGEgCPN9p-AqZScMg1cTfVQsDcjKYaVf0IV6M/s1600/The-Vegetarian-Butcher-Next-generation-meat-substitutes-ripe-for-expansion_strict_xxl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnFtJplZLuBbRsYLkXAEtZWdXaDzNxHSQ-hxmRvizA1SXG3v88urOmaGRbJhVQ7h2ldKjpTmyZbBKijKAbNsd9klRttjrSZvqfo03_UhYGEgCPN9p-AqZScMg1cTfVQsDcjKYaVf0IV6M/s1600/The-Vegetarian-Butcher-Next-generation-meat-substitutes-ripe-for-expansion_strict_xxl.jpg" /></a></div>Yet so vain is man, and so blinded by his vanity, that no writer, up to the very end of the nineteenth century, expressed any idea that intelligent life might have developed there far, or indeed at all, beyond its earthly level.  Nor was it generally understood that since Mars is older than our earth, with scarcely a quarter of the superficial area and remoter from the sun, it necessarily follows that it is not only more distant from time's beginning but nearer its end.<br /><br />The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour.  Its physical condition is still largely a mystery, but we know now that even in its equatorial region the midday temperature barely approaches that of our coldest winter.  Its air is much more attenuated than ours, its oceans have shrunk until they cover but a third of its surface, and as its slow seasons change huge snowcaps gather and melt about either pole and periodically inundate its temperate zones.  That last stage of exhaustion, which to us is still incredibly remote, has become a present-day problem for the inhabitants of Mars.  The immediate pressure of necessity has brightened their intellects, enlarged their powers, and hardened their hearts.  And looking across space with instruments, and intelligences such as we have scarcely dreamed of, they see, at its nearest distance only 35,000,000 of miles sunward of them, a morning star of hope, our own warmer planet, green with vegetation and grey with water, with a cloudy atmosphere eloquent of fertility, with glimpses through its drifting cloud wisps of broad stretches of populous country and narrow, navy-crowded seas.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-iFtHCuhgRy5oOlgrdYLidSri-0p6taH_VySYX29rxuUOBjGuBU50hrVPmPuYrqxvFc4QRmmExE-rjDo5JIi6nZjU5gj-hV3ErXhT-goSubP_vO-fa4Itx4c91QIu6hU15oQk0-eDVqds/s1600/Vegetable-Butcher-3_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-iFtHCuhgRy5oOlgrdYLidSri-0p6taH_VySYX29rxuUOBjGuBU50hrVPmPuYrqxvFc4QRmmExE-rjDo5JIi6nZjU5gj-hV3ErXhT-goSubP_vO-fa4Itx4c91QIu6hU15oQk0-eDVqds/s1600/Vegetable-Butcher-3_large.jpg" /></a></div>And we men, the creatures who inhabit this earth, must be to them at least as alien and lowly as are the monkeys and lemurs to us.  The intellectual side of man already admits that life is an incessant struggle for existence, and it would seem that this too is the belief of the minds upon Mars.  Their world is far gone in its cooling and this world is still crowded with life, but crowded only with what they regard as inferior animals.  To carry warfare sunward is, indeed, their only escape from the destruction that, generation after generation, creeps upon them.<br /><br />And before we judge of them too harshly we must remember what ruthless and utter destruction our own species has wrought, not only upon animals, such as the vanished bison and the dodo, but upon its inferior races.  The Tasmanians, in spite of their human likeness, were entirely swept out of existence in a war of extermination waged by European immigrants, in the space of fifty years.  Are we such apostles of mercy as to complain if the Martians warred in the same spirit?<br /><br /><blockquote>Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them human.</blockquote>The church bells were ringing for evensong, and a squad of Salvation Army lassies came singing down Waterloo Road.  On the bridge a number of loafers were watching a curious brown scum that came drifting down the stream in patches.  The sun was just setting, and the Clock Tower and the Houses of Parliament rose against one of the most peaceful skies it is possible to imagine, a sky of gold, barred with long transverse stripes of reddish-purple cloud.  There was talk of a floating body.  One of the men there, a reservist he said he was, told my brother he had seen the heliograph flickering in the west.<br /><br /><ul><li>Two first-class tickets for Paris having been speedily purchased, Mr</li><li> Fogg was crossing the station to the train, when he perceived his five friends of the Reform</li><li> "Well, gentlemen," said he, "I'm off, you see; and, if you will examine my passport when I get back, you will be able to judge whether I have accomplished the journey agreed upon</li><li>" "Oh, that would be quite unnecessary, Mr</li><li> Fogg," said Ralph politely</li></ul>In Wellington Street my brother met a couple of sturdy roughs who had just been rushed out of Fleet Street with still-wet newspapers and staring placards.  "Dreadful catastrophe!" they bawled one to the other down Wellington Street.  "Fighting at Weybridge!  Full description!  Repulse of the Martians! London in Danger!"  He had to give threepence for a copy of that paper.<br /><br />Then it was, and then only, that he realised something of the full power and terror of these monsters.  He learned that they were not merely a handful of small sluggish creatures, but that they were minds swaying vast mechanical bodies; and that they could move swiftly and smite with such power that even the mightiest guns could not stand against them.<br /><br />

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<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/AVvXsEim2V79LNUdqZgXcl1tYz6X-jy0jLBuNMrRrTY8hSVVuuMajyMtnToi2vDOIHwYYlemAftMeI2tjQ92tcJeab6yCO1ojTO0KpkC72sKjt0ojhjlkXVRVXXKH9zNM7Ddgb8ozhTV1rjD-_JB/s1600/sugarfree11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2V79LNUdqZgXcl1tYz6X-jy0jLBuNMrRrTY8hSVVuuMajyMtnToi2vDOIHwYYlemAftMeI2tjQ92tcJeab6yCO1ojTO0KpkC72sKjt0ojhjlkXVRVXXKH9zNM7Ddgb8ozhTV1rjD-_JB/s1600/sugarfree11.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect Dessert</td></tr></tbody></table>When, an hour later, a Martian appeared beyond the Clock Tower and waded down the river, nothing but wreckage floated above Limehouse.<br /><br />Of the falling of the fifth cylinder I have presently to tell.  The sixth star fell at Wimbledon.  My brother, keeping watch beside the women in the chaise in a meadow, saw the green flash of it far beyond the hills.  On Tuesday the little party, still set upon getting across the sea, made its way through the swarming country towards Colchester. The news that the Martians were now in possession of the whole of London was confirmed.  They had been seen at Highgate, and even, it was said, at Neasden.  But they did not come into my brother's view until the morrow.<br /><br />That day the scattered multitudes began to realise the urgent need of provisions.  As they grew hungry the rights of property ceased to be regarded.  Farmers were out to defend their cattle-sheds, granaries, and ripening root crops with arms in their hands.  A number of people now, like my brother, had their faces eastward, and there were some desperate souls even going back towards London to get food. These were chiefly people from the northern suburbs, whose knowledge of the Black Smoke came by hearsay.  He heard that about half the members of the government had gathered at Birmingham, and that enormous quantities of high explosives were being prepared to be used in automatic mines across the Midland counties.<br /><br />He was also told that the Midland Railway Company had replaced the desertions of the first day's panic, had resumed traffic, and was running northward trains from St. Albans to relieve the congestion of the home counties.  There was also a placard in Chipping Ongar announcing that large stores of flour were available in the northern towns and that within twenty-four hours bread would be distributed among the starving people in the neighbourhood.  But this intelligence did not deter him from the plan of escape he had formed, and the three pressed eastward all day, and heard no more of the bread distribution than this promise.  Nor, as a matter of fact, did anyone else hear more of it.  That night fell the seventh star, falling upon Primrose Hill.  It fell while Miss Elphinstone was watching, for she took that duty alternately with my brother.  She saw it.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Look here, Hare-Lip, you believe in lots of things you can't see."</blockquote><h3>"What is it?" asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to laugh.</h3><ul><li>'I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone</li><li> And  the Gryphon added 'Come, let's hear some of YOUR adventures</li><li>' 'I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,' said  Alice a little timidly: 'but it's no use going back to yesterday,  because I was a different person then</li><li>' 'Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle</li><li> 'No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone:  'explanations take such a dreadful time</li></ul>

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIFNLn-YaWY6HBOEbmxWxylEXa9LRmKIOHhi49rkTDRUhBS7Ow33zfwtghQyPuN6HfqLOu1p16csi2_FMKWhPvz5Ry5ApowSIpC8g46wE7547Cdi4sWPG7zZ_uCEi7sI9-pvTK3y1LRfph/s1600/92334668@N07-11368365445_1392cee23c_o-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIFNLn-YaWY6HBOEbmxWxylEXa9LRmKIOHhi49rkTDRUhBS7Ow33zfwtghQyPuN6HfqLOu1p16csi2_FMKWhPvz5Ry5ApowSIpC8g46wE7547Cdi4sWPG7zZ_uCEi7sI9-pvTK3y1LRfph/s1600/92334668@N07-11368365445_1392cee23c_o-702x336.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>I was soon appraised of the subject of their conversation, as, calling to Sola, Tars Tarkas signed for her to send me to him.  I had by this time mastered the intricacies of walking under Martian conditions, and quickly responding to his command I advanced to the side of the incubator where the warriors stood.<br /><br />As I reached their side a glance showed me that all but a very few eggs had hatched, the incubator being fairly alive with the hideous little devils.  They ranged in height from three to four feet, and were moving restlessly about the enclosure as though searching for food.<br />As I came to a halt before him, Tars Tarkas pointed over the incubator and said, "Sak."  I saw that he wanted me to repeat my performance of yesterday for the edification of Lorquas Ptomel, and, as I must confess that my prowess gave me no little satisfaction, I responded quickly, leaping entirely over the parked chariots on the far side of the incubator.  As I returned, Lorquas Ptomel grunted something at me, and turning to his warriors gave a few words of command relative to the incubator.  They paid no further attention to me and I was thus permitted to remain close and watch their operations, which consisted in breaking an opening in the wall of the incubator large enough to permit of the exit of the young Martians.<br /><br />On either side of this opening the women and the younger Martians, both male and female, formed two solid walls leading out through the chariots and quite away into the plain beyond.  Between these walls the little Martians scampered, wild as deer; being permitted to run the full length of the aisle, where they were captured one at a time by the women and older children; the last in the line capturing the first little one to reach the end of the gauntlet, her opposite in the line capturing the second, and so on until all the little fellows had left the enclosure and been appropriated by some youth or female.  As the women caught the young they fell out of line and returned to their respective chariots, while those who fell into the hands of the young men were later turned over to some of the women.<br /><br /><blockquote>I saw that the ceremony, if it could be dignified by such a name, was over, and seeking out Sola I found her in our chariot with a hideous little creature held tightly in her arms.</blockquote>The work of rearing young, green Martians consists solely in teaching them to talk, and to use the weapons of warfare with which they are loaded down from the very first year of their lives. Coming from eggs in which they have lain for five years, the period of incubation, they step forth into the world perfectly developed except in size. Entirely unknown to their mothers, who, in turn, would have difficulty in pointing out the fathers with any degree of accuracy, they are the common children of the community, and their education devolves upon the females who chance to capture them as they leave the incubator.<br /><br />Their foster mothers may not even have had an egg in the incubator, as was the case with Sola, who had not commenced to lay, until less than a year before she became the mother of another woman's offspring. But this counts for little among the green Martians, as parental and filial love is as unknown to them as it is common among us. I believe this horrible system which has been carried on for ages is the direct cause of the loss of all the finer feelings and higher humanitarian instincts among these poor creatures. From birth they know no father or mother love, they know not the meaning of the word home; they are taught that they are only suffered to live until they can demonstrate by their physique and ferocity that they are fit to live. Should they prove deformed or defective in any way they are promptly shot; nor do they see a tear shed for a single one of the many cruel hardships they pass through from earliest infancy.

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtUqLe8XZlG8f0SaL0DMPvlAarwphP81E_fBW94CxJNVMnoqXNBqi1AlfX-cx4hh4dUbRmKvoMSRKAvIPvmskWkLmsPsblNXX2FLtv9rS4YzAyjBmyaJA4aCKWaROw-epILaqJhkXYBF7/s1600/6604840535_dfa537635b_o-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtUqLe8XZlG8f0SaL0DMPvlAarwphP81E_fBW94CxJNVMnoqXNBqi1AlfX-cx4hh4dUbRmKvoMSRKAvIPvmskWkLmsPsblNXX2FLtv9rS4YzAyjBmyaJA4aCKWaROw-epILaqJhkXYBF7/s1600/6604840535_dfa537635b_o-702x336.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>"This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights it. Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty! Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale! Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal! Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness! Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonour! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation! Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway!"<br /><br />He dropped and fell away from himself for a moment; then lifting his face to them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes, as he cried out with a heavenly enthusiasm,—"But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep. Is not the main-truck higher than the kelson is low? Delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self. Delight is to him whose strong arms yet support him, when the ship of this base treacherous world has gone down beneath him. Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of Senators and Judges. Delight,—top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no law or lord, but the Lord his God, and is only a patriot to heaven. Delight is to him, whom all the waves of the billows of the seas of the boisterous mob can never shake from this sure Keel of the Ages. And eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down, can say with his final breath—O Father!—chiefly known to me by Thy rod—mortal or immortal, here I die. I have striven to be Thine, more than to be this world's, or mine own. Yet this is nothing: I leave eternity to Thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his God?"<br /><br /><blockquote>He said no more, but slowly waving a benediction, covered his face with his hands, and so remained kneeling, till all the people had departed, and he was left alone in the place.</blockquote><br />Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.<br /><br />But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.

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