The Voyage Through Time Dimension. Марк Твен

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a whirling mass of black and brass for a moment — a figure so transparent that the bench behind with its sheets of drawings was absolutely distinct; but this phantasm vanished as I rubbed my eyes. The Time Machine had gone. Save for a subsiding stir of dust, the further end of the laboratory was empty. A pane of the skylight had, apparently, just been blown in.

      I felt an unreasonable amazement. I knew that something strange had happened, and for the moment could not distinguish what the strange thing might be. As I stood staring, the door into the garden opened, and the manservant appeared.

      We looked at each other. Then ideas began to come. ‘Has Mr. — — gone out that way?’ said I.

      ‘No, sir. No one has come out this way. I was expecting to find him here.’

      At that I understood. At the risk of disappointing Richardson I stayed on, waiting for the Time Traveller; waiting for the second, perhaps still stranger story, and the specimens and photographs he would bring with him. But I am beginning now to fear that I must wait a lifetime. The Time Traveller vanished three years ago. And, as everybody knows now, he has never returned.

      Epilogue

      One cannot choose but wonder. Will he ever return? It may be that he swept back into the past, and fell among the blood-drinking, hairy savages of the Age of Unpolished Stone; into the abysses of the Cretaceous Sea; or among the grotesque saurians, the huge reptilian brutes of the Jurassic times. He may even now — if I may use the phrase — be wandering on some plesiosaurus-haunted Oolitic coral reef, or beside the lonely saline lakes of the Triassic Age. Or did he go forward, into one of the nearer ages, in which men are still men, but with the riddles of our own time answered and its wearisome problems solved? Into the manhood of the race: for I, for my own part, cannot think that these latter days of weak experiment, fragmentary theory, and mutual discord are indeed man’s culminating time! I say, for my own part. He, I know — for the question had been discussed among us long before the Time Machine was made — thought but cheerlessly of the Advancement of Mankind, and saw in the growing pile of civilization only a foolish heaping that must inevitably fall back upon and destroy its makers in the end. If that is so, it remains for us to live as though it were not so. But to me the future is still black and blank — is a vast ignorance, lit at a few casual places by the memory of his story. And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers — shrivelled now, and brown and flat and brittle — to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.

      William Hope Hodgson

       Table of Contents

      The Night Land

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      A Love Tale

       The Dreams that are only Dreams

       I. Mirdath the Beautiful

       II. The Last Redoubt

       III. The Quiet Calling

       IV. The Hushing of the Voice

       V. Into the Night Land

       VI. The Way That I Did Go

       VII. The Night Land

       VIII. Down the Mighty Slope

       IX. The Dark Pyramid

       X. The Maid of the Olden Days

       XI. The Homeward Way

       XII. Downward of the Gorge

       XIII. Homeward by the Shore

       XIV. On the Island

       XV. Past the House of Silence

       XVI. In the Country of Silence

       XVII. The Love Days

      The Dreams that are only Dreams

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      “This to be Love, that your spirit to live in a natural holiness with the Beloved, and your bodies to be a sweet and natural delight that shall be never lost of a lovely mystery. . . . And shame to be unborn, and all things to go wholesome and proper, out of an utter greatness of understanding; and the Man to be an Hero and a Child before the Woman; and the Woman to be an Holy Light of the Spirit and an Utter Companion and in the same time a glad Possession unto the Man . . . . And this doth be Human Love . . . .”

      “ . . . for this to be the especial glory of Love, that it doth make unto all Sweetness and Greatness, and doth be a fire burning all Littleness; so that did all in this world to have met The Beloved, then did Wantonness be dead, and there to grow Gladness and Charity, dancing in the years.”

      I.

       Mirdath the Beautiful

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      “And I cannot touch her face

       And I cannot touch her hair,

       And I kneel to empty shadows —

       Just memories of her grace;

       And her voice sings in the winds

       And in the sobs of dawn

       And among the

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