| BOOK ONE: THE COMING OF THE MARTIANS
CHAPTER 8: FRIDAY NIGHT
    The most extraordinary thing to my mind, of all the
 strange and wonderful things that happened upon that
 Friday, was the dovetailing of the commonplace habits of
 our social order with the first beginnings of the series of
 events that was to topple that social order headlong.  If on
 Friday night you had taken a pair of compasses and drawn a
 circle with a radius of five miles round the Woking sand pits,
 I doubt if you would have had one human being outside it,
 unless it were some relation of Stent or of the three or four
 cyclists or London people lying dead on the common, whose
 emotions or habits were at all affected by the new-comers.
 Many people had heard of the cylinder, of course, and talked
 about it in their leisure, but it certainly did not make the
 sensation that an ultimatum to Germany would have done.    In London that night poor Henderson's telegram describing
 the gradual unscrewing of the shot was judged to be a canard,
 and his evening paper, after wiring for authentication from
 him and receiving no reply--the man was killed--decided
 not to print a special edition.    Even within the five-mile circle the great majority of people
 were inert.  I have already described the behaviour of the men
 and women to whom I spoke.  All over the district people
 were dining and supping; working men were gardening after
 the labours of the day, children were being put to bed, young
 people were wandering through the lanes love-making, students sat over their books.    Maybe there was a murmur in the village streets, a novel
 and dominant topic in the public-houses, and here and there
 a messenger, or even an eye-witness of the later occurrences,
 caused a whirl of excitement, a shouting, and a running to
 and fro; but for the most part the daily routine of working,
 eating, drinking, sleeping, went on as it had done for countless years--as though no planet Mars existed in the sky.
 Even at Woking station and Horsell and Chobham that was
 the case. |