tailieunhanh - The First Men in the Moon

As I sit down to write here amidst the shadows of vine-leaves under the blue sky of southern Italy, it comes to me with a certain quality of astonishment that my participation in these amazing adventures of Mr. Cavor was, after all, the outcome of the purest accident. It might have been any one. I fell into these things at a time when I thought myself removed from the slightest possibility of disturbing experiences. I had gone to Lympne because I had imagined it the most uneventful place in the world. "Here, at any rate," said I, "I shall find peace and a chance to work!". | feedboo is The First Men in the Moon Wells H. G. Published 1901 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Source http 1 About Wells Herbert George Wells better known as H. G. Wells was an English writer best known for such science fiction novels as The Time Machine The War of the Worlds The Invisible Man and The Island of Doctor Moreau. He was a prolific writer of both fiction and non-fiction and produced works in many different genres including contemporary novels history and social commentary. He was also an outspoken socialist. His later works become increasingly political and didactic and only his early science fiction novels are widely read today. Wells along with Hugo Gernsback and Jules Verne is sometimes referred to as The Father of Science Fiction . Source Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for Wells The War of the Worlds 1898 The Time Machine 1895 A Modern Utopia 1905 The Invisible Man 1897 Tales of Space and Time 1900 The Island of Dr. Moreau 1896 The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth 1904 The Sleeper Awakes 1910 The Story of the Inexperienced Ghost 1902 A Dream of Armageddon 1901 Copyright This work is available for countries where copyright is Life 50 or in the USA published before 1923 . Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Chapter 1 Mr. Bedford Meets Mr. Cavor at Lympne As I sit down to write here amidst the shadows of vine-leaves under the blue sky of southern Italy it comes to me with a certain quality of astonishment that my participation in these amazing adventures of Mr. Cavor was after all the outcome of the purest accident. It might have been any one. I fell into these things at a time when I thought myself removed from the slightest possibility of disturbing experiences. I had gone to Lympne because I had imagined it the most uneventful place in the world. Here at any rate said I I shall find peace and a chance to