Monday 24 December 2007

SF from HG


Finally read The Time Machine the other day. After 112 years, it still works well:
I seemed to see a ghostly, indistinct figure sitting in 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.

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