I kept them
hull-down, and presently they were mere summer lightning over the watery
edge of the globe.... I fell into thought that was nearly formless, into
doubts and dreams that have no words, and it seemed good to me to drive
ahead and on and or through the windy starlight, over the long black
waves.
IV
It was morning and day before I returned with the four sick and starving
journalists who had got permission to come with me, up the shining
river, and past the old grey Tower....
I recall the back views of those journalists very distinctly, going with
a certain damp weariness of movement, along a side street away from the
river. They were good men and bore me no malice, and they served me up
to the public in turgid degenerate Kiplingese, as a modest button on the
complacent stomach of the Empire. Though as a matter of fact, X2 isn't
intended for the empire, or indeed for the hands of any European power.
We offered it to our own people first, but they would have nothing to
do with me, and I have long since ceased to trouble much about such
questions.
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