The First Men in the Moon H. Wells (howl and other poems txt) 📖

late to withdraw? The world outside the sphere, I knew, would be cold and inhospitable enough to me — for weeks I had been living on subsidies from Cavor — but after all, would it be as cold as the infinite zero, as inhospitable as empty space? If it had not been for the appearance of cowardice, I believe that even then I should have made him let me out. But I hesitated on that score, and hesitated, and grew fretful and angry, and the time passed.

There came a little jerk, a noise like champagne being uncorked in another room, and a faint whistling sound. For just one instant I had a sense of enormous tension, a transient conviction that my feet were pressing downward with a force of countless tons. It lasted for an infinitesimal time.

But it stirred me to action. ‘Cavor!’ I said into the darkness, ‘my nerve’s in rags. . . . I don’t think——’

I stopped. He made no answer.

‘Confound it!’ I cried; ‘I’m a fool! What business have I here? I’m not coming, Cavor. The thing’s too risky. I’m getting out.’

‘You can’t,’ he said.

‘Can’t! We’ll soon see about that!’

He made no answer for ten seconds. ‘It’s too late for us to quarrel now, Bedford,’ he said. ‘That little jerk was the start. Already we are flying as swiftly as a bullet up into the gulf of space.’

‘I — ’ I said, and then it didn’t seem to matter what happened. For a time I was, as it were, stunned; I had nothing to say. It was just as if I had never heard of this idea of leaving the world before. Then I perceived an unaccountable change in my bodily sensations. It was a feeling of lightness, of unreality. Coupled with that was a queer sensation in the head, an apoplectic* effect almost, and a thumping of blood-vessels at the ears. Neither of these feelings diminished as time went on, but at last I got so used to them that I experienced no inconvenience.

I heard a click, and a little glow lamp came into being.

I saw Cavor’s face, as white as I felt my own to be. We regarded one another in silence. The transparent blackness of the glass behind him made him seem as though he floated in a void.

‘Well, we’re committed,’ I said at last.

‘Yes,’ he said, ‘we’re committed.’

‘Don’t move,’ he exclaimed, at some suggestion of a gesture. ‘Let your muscles keep quite lax — as if you were in bed. We are in a little universe of our own. Look at those things!’

He pointed to the loose cases and bundles that had been lying on the blankets in the bottom of the sphere. I was astonished to see that they were floating now nearly a foot from the spherical wall. Then I saw from his shadow that Cavor was no longer leaning against the glass. I thrust out my hand behind me, and found that I too was suspended in space, clear of the glass.

I did not cry out nor gesticulate, but fear came upon me. It was like being held and lifted by something — you know not what. The mere touch of my hand against the glass moved me rapidly. I understood what had happened, but that did not prevent my being afraid. We were cut off from all exterior gravitation, only the attraction of objects within our sphere had effect. Consequently everything that was not fixed to the glass was falling — slowly because of the slightness of our masses — towards the centre of gravity of our little world, which seemed to be somewhere about the middle of the sphere, but rather nearer to myself than Cavor, on account of my greater weight.

‘We must turn round,’ said Cavor, ‘and float back to back, with the things between us.’

It was the strangest sensation conceivable, floating thus loosely in space, at first indeed horribly strange, and when the horror passed, not disagreeable at all, exceeding restful; indeed, the nearest thing in earthly experience to it that I know is lying on a very thick, soft feather bed. But the quality of utter detachment and independence! I had not reckoned on things like this. I had expected a violent jerk at starting, a giddy sense of speed. Instead I felt — as if I were disembodied. It was not like the beginning of a journey; it was like the beginning of a dream.

V

The Journey to the Moon

Presently Cavor extinguished the light. He said we had not overmuch energy stored, and that what we had we must economise for reading. For a time, whether it was long or short i do not know, there was nothing but blank darkness.

A question floated up out of the void. ‘How are we pointing?’ i said. ‘What is our direction?’

‘We are flying away from the earth at a tangent, and as the moon is near her third quarter we are going somewhere towards her. i will open a blind——’

Came a click, and then a window in the outer case yawned open. The sky outside was as black as the darkness within the sphere, but the shape of the open window was marked by an infinite number of stars.

Those who have only seen the starry sky from the earth cannot imagine its appearance when the vague half-luminous veil of our air has been withdrawn. The stars we see on earth are the mere scattered survivors that penetrate our misty atmosphere. But now at last I could realise the meaning of the hosts of heaven!*

Stranger things we were presently to see, but that airless, star-dusted sky! Of all things, I think that will be one of the last I shall forget.

The little window vanished with a click, another beside it snapped open and instantly closed, and then a third, and for a moment I had to close my eyes because of the blinding splendour of the waning moon.

For a space I had to stare at Cavor and the white-lit things about me to season my eyes to light again, before I could turn them towards