Here the aliens

As you probably know, I finished reading The war of the worlds a few days ago. Just like it happened to me when I finished A brave new world or Animal Farm, I thought it´s awesome how a book written by the end of the nineteenth century can still be so valid today. I mean, you can well read and enjoy many classics, but with these ones, you could even think they have been written only a few decades ago...
Anyway, this is mostly my impression. I enjoyed reading, even if the story is not thrilling and is kind of slow. And I also liked the "poof!-type" ending.

I would like to share a short text here. I don´t know if you know, but sometimes my favorite part of a book is not the most brilliant one, but the one that makes me think the most, especially about things that are not closely related to the story... The part that makes my mind maunder to philosophical matters and such. I think that´s also why I like paintings such as Richter´s Tote, not because of the esthetics of it in itself.

Ok, here it goes.

All these--the sort of people that lived in these houses, and all those damn little clerks that used to live down that way--they'd be no good. They haven't any spirit in them--no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn't one or the other--Lord! What is he but funk and precautions? They just used to skedaddle off to work--I've seen hundreds of 'em, bit of breakfast in hand, running wild and shining to catch their little season-ticket train, for fear they'd get dismissed if they didn't; working at businesses they were afraid to take the trouble to understand; skedaddling back for fear they wouldn't be in time for dinner; keeping indoors after dinner for fear of the back streets, and sleeping with the wives they married, not because they wanted them, but because they had a bit of money that would make for safety in their one little miserable skedaddle through the world. Lives insured and a bit invested for fear of accidents. And on Sundays--fear of the hereafter. As if hell was built for rabbits! Well, the Martians will just be a godsend to these.

I will probably get philosophical here very soon... I have a lot of things whirling in my mind these days. But this is it for today.

[Suggested readings (other than, of course, A brave new world and Animal Farm):
Childhood´s End by Arthur C. Clarke
From the Earth to the Moon by J. Verne (I will have to get this one)]