Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
same time as before, descended, and were near their home.”
Here the doctor asked:
“And has this singular mode of traveling become popular, Thorwald?”
“For long distances east and west it is often resorted to. But I presume
you are asking yourself whether you could introduce it on the earth.
When you return and begin to think it over you will probably see so many
practical difficulties in the way that you will not attempt it. You must
have patience. All these things will come to your race in time.”
CHAPTER VIII.
THORWALD PUZZLED.
“I fear,” continued Thorwald, “that I am wearying you with this long
talk.”
We assured him we were enjoying it too much to think of being tired, and
hoped he would not stop. But he said he had some duties to attend to,
and would take us to his room and leave us by ourselves for a while.
As soon as we were alone the doctor looked at me with a smile and said:
“Why did you act so queerly when I spoke of Mona?”
“Why did you speak so?” I asked in reply. “And how could you tell
Thorwald we found one inhabitant on the moon?”
“Did you want to have me tell him a falsehood?”
“Of course not. I tried to catch your eye and keep you from saying any
thing on the subject till we could consult in regard to it. If we are
going to color our narrative in order to make it more marvelous we must
at least make our stories agree.”
“My friend,” said the doctor, “I am now confirmed in my suspicion that
your brain was affected by your fall from the moon.”
I saw by this time that I need not hesitate further to tell the doctor
the truth. I disliked the task, but I saw it would not be safe to leave
him any longer in ignorance of his condition. There as no telling what
other preposterous tales he might invent. So I said to him gently:
“Doctor, your last remark makes it easier for me to tell you that the
first words you said to me on this vessel showed me that you were not
right. I kept it from our new friends here, and I thought I had better
tell you how you are, so you can be a little cautious. You talk all
right on most subjects, but you will do well to avoid the moon as a
topic of conversation. If the others ask any more questions about the
moon, you can just let me answer them.”
I said all this seriously enough, but the doctor laughed boisterously as
he answered:
“Well, if this isn’t a joke. You think I am crazy, and I know you are
crazy, and I can prove it. I will just ask you one question, which
please answer truthfully. Don’t you remember Mona?”
“Oh, there is Mona again! Don’t you see that only proves your own
madness? No, I don’t remember Mona, and you don’t either.”
“I must say,” returned the doctor, “I never expected to see you get over
your infatuation so quickly.”
“What direction did my infatuation, as you call it, take?”
“Marriage, I should say.”
“Now you interest me,” I returned, “and you must tell me more. Is
this Mona of yours the sole resident of the moon, of whom you spoke to
Thorwald?”
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