Herbert Wells

There is no dif­fer­ence between Time and any of the three di­men­sions of Space ex­cept that our con­scious­ness moves along it

Our men­tal ex­ist­ences, which are im­ma­ter­ial and have no di­men­sions, are passing along the Time-Di­men­sion with a uni­form ve­lo­city from the cradle to the grave. Just as we should travel down if we began our ex­ist­ence fifty miles above the earth’s sur­face.”

in­can­des­cent

The sky was what is called a mack­erel sky—rows and rows of faint down-plumes of cloud, just tin­ted with the mid­sum­mer sun­set.

“Stop here,” said I; “you are safe here;” and I star­ted off at once for the Spot­ted Dog, for I knew the land­lord had a horse and dog cart. I ran, for I per­ceived that in a mo­ment every­one upon this side of the hill would be mov­ing. I found him in his bar, quite un­aware of what was go­ing on be­hind his house. A man stood with his back to me, talk­ing to him

scru­tin­ised

las­sit­ude

be­wil­der­ing

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.

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