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Tonight, I will be reading The Time Machine by H.J. Wells.

I read this story way back in 2021, I believe, in the early days of the podcast,

and I thought it was a good time to revisit this classic.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Chapter 1

The time traveller, for so it will be convenient to speak of him, was expounding a

reckoned out matter to us.

His grey eyes shone and swinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated.

The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights and the lilies of silver,

caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses.

Our chairs, being his patents, embraced us rather than submitted to be sat upon,

and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision.

And he put it to us in this way, marking the points with a lean forefinger, as we sat and

lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox, as we thought it, and his fecundity.

You must follow me carefully.

I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted.

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