#h g wells

They haven’t any spirit in them - no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn’t one or the other - Lord! What is he but funk and precautions.

H G Wells, The War of the Worlds.

Currently reading.

A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, & down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun, it went on in as rapid a succession of flashes as I have ever seen. The thunderclaps, treading one on the heels of another & with a strange accompaniment, sounded more like the working of a gigantic electric machine than the usual detonating reverberations. The flickering light was blinding & confusing, & a thin hail smote gustily at my face as I drove down the slope.

H G Wells, The War of the Worlds.

I love nineteenth century science fiction. This sets the tone so well.