MILORD THE WEATHER 



blings about individual equality and exact geo- 

 graphical boundaries must engender in a Creator, or 

 a God, or even a Peasant with sufficient longevity. 

 As a panacea for a host of human ills and worries 

 and fears, I think I should advocate a law that 

 every tooth-brush should have a small telescope in 

 its handle and the two used equally. Five minutes' 

 compulsory evening concentration through opera- 

 glass or telescope by every King, President, 

 M.P., Senator, Mayor, Lawyer, Soldier, Merchant, 

 Farmer, Student and Ordinary Human, would 

 bring the millennium as near as any of us want it, 

 and an observatory on the roof of every prison and 

 church would, I believe, aid respectively, in a very 

 marked emigration and immigration. 



However, to bring down the other foot upon the 

 earth again, the slight cloudiness upon my telescope 

 lens could easily have been made by a light breath, 

 but was actually the greatest of all nebulee, the 

 spiral one in Andromeda; nine hundred thousand 

 light years away (as I have already said). And 

 when it was suddenly effaced I snatched my con- 

 sciousness away from the magic lens and saw a 

 black cloud — black even against the moonless 

 heavens, and the cloud was coming too fast and 

 from the wrong direction and it worried me. 



For ten days since the long calm, a steady, hard 

 wind had blown from the southwest, too strong for 

 me to let my tug go to sea. Then it shifted to the 

 northeast, coming with equal force. Then it died 

 down — and now later in the evening it had swung 



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