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"In malignancy of all these conditions, and of all the new bones that continued to arise, there were further and further men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the further men there were; the further men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the further new kinds of origins came conditions. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as beforehand as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new complaint, a thousand times further deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and indeed by the billion. You see, themicro-organic world remained a riddle to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new origins surfaced from it to kill men.
"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that unnoticeablemicro-organic world there might be as numerous different kinds of origins as there are grains of beach on this sand. And also, in that same unnoticeable world it might well be that new kinds of origins came to be. It might be there that life began — the' bottomless fecundity,'Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him."
It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his bases, an expression of huge disdain on his face.
"Granser,"he blazoned,"you make me sick with your babble. Why do not you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an'we'll start back for camp."
The old man looked at him and quietly began to cry. The weak gashes of age rolled down his cheeks and all the frailness of his eighty-seven times showed in his grief-stricken countenance.
" Sit down,"Edwin counselled soothingly."Granser's each right. He is just gettin'to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He is just goin'to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."
The old man wiped the gashes down on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.
"It was in the summer of 2013 that the Plague came. I was twenty-seven times old, and well do I remember it. Wireless despatches —"
Hare-Lip wrangle loudly his nausea, and Granser whisked to make amends.
"We talked through the air in those days, thousands and thousands of country miles. And the word came of a strange complaint that had broken out in New York. There were seventeen millions of people living also in that noblest megacity of America. Nothing allowed anything about the news. It was only a small thing. There had been only a many deaths. It sounded, however, that they had failed veritably snappily, and that one of the first signs of the complaint was the turning red of the face and all the body. Within twenty-four hours came the report of the first case in Chicago. And on the same day, it was made public that London, the topmost megacity in the world, coming to Chicago, had been intimately fighting the pest for two weeks and laundering the news despatches — that is, not permitting the word to go forth to the rest of the world that London had the pest. ( left- side)
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