The Time Machine 

The War of the Worlds 

The Island of Doctor Moreau

The Invisible Man

"But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be 

inhabited? .

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H. - G. Wells (1866-1946) 

"Avant l'extraordinaire affaire de Sidmouth, l'espèce particulière : Haploteuthis ferox, n'était connue de la science que génériquement, d'après un tentacule à demi digéré, trouvé près des îles Açores, et d'un cadavre en décomposition rencontré, au commencement de 1896, par M. Jennings, près de Land's End. 

Aucune partie de la science zoologique n'est restée aussi obscure que celle qui s'occupe des céphalopodes qui vivent aux grandes profondeurs de la mer. C'est un pur hasard, par exemple, qui amena la découverte que fit le prince de Monaco, pendant l'été de 1895, d'une douzaine environ de formes nouvelles, parmi lesquelles se trouvait le tentacule mentionné plus haut. Il arriva qu'un cachalot fut tué, au large de Terceira, par des baleiniers, et, dans ses derniers efforts, il se précipita contre le yacht du prince, le manqua, roula par-dessous et mourut à vingt mètres du gouvernail. 

Dans son agonie, il rejeta un certain nombre de gros objets. Le prince, se rendant vaguement compte de leur étrangeté et de leur importance, put, par un heureux expédient, s'en emparer avant qu'ils n'eussent coulé à fond. Il mit ses hélices en mouvement, et ces objets bizarres demeurèrent dans les tourbillons ainsi formés jusqu'à ce qu'une chaloupe fût mise à la mer. C'étaient des céphalopodes entiers, et des fragments de céphalopodes, quelques-uns de proportions gigantesques et presque tous inconnus de la science." 

Recueil de 12 nouvelles : 

"Les pirates de la mer" - "L'homme qui pouvait faire des miracles" - "L'oeuf de cristal" - "L'étoile" - "Un étrange phénomène" - "Dans l'abîme" - "Les argonautes de l'air" - "La chambre rouge" - "L'homme volant" - "Les triomphes d'un taxidermiste" - "La tentation d'Harringay" - "La pomme".

Les pirates de la mer - et autres nouvelles

One confidential evening, not three months ago, Lionel Wallace told me this story of the Door in the Wall. And at the time I thought that so far as he was concerned it was a true story.

He told it me with such a direct simplicity of conviction that I could not do otherwise than believe in him. But in the morning, in my own flat, I woke to a different atmosphere, and as I lay in bed and recalled the things he had told me, stripped of the glamour of his earnest slow voice, denuded of the focussed shaded table light, the shadowy atmosphere that wrapped about him and the pleasant bright things, the dessert and glasses and napery of the dinner we had shared, making them for the time a bright little world quite cut off from every-day realities, I saw it all as frankly incredible. "He was mystifying!" I said, and then: "How well he did it!.

The Door in the Wall

H.-G. Wells (1866-1946) 

"Un après-midi, à marée basse, M. Isbister, jeune peintre, en villégiature au village de Boscastle, partit avec l'intention de faire un tour à la baie pittoresque de Pentargen. À mi-chemin du sentier abrupt qui mène aux grottes, il se trouva soudain en face d'un homme assis, en une attitude de profonde détresse, sur un rocher qui surplombait. L'inconnu avait mollement laissé tomber ses mains sur ses genoux ; ses yeux étaient rouges et fixes et son visage baigné de larmes. Il détourna la tête en entendant marcher. 

Les deux hommes parurent décontenancés, et Isbister, le plus embarrassé des deux, pour dissiper la gêne causée par son arrêt involontaire, déclara, sur un ton de conviction expérimentée, que le temps était chaud pour la saison. 

- Très chaud, répondit brièvement l'inconnu. Puis, après une seconde d'hésitation, il prononça d'une voix sans timbre : - Je ne puis pas dormir. 

La physionomie d'Isbister prit une expression compatissante. 

- Vraiment ? dit-il. 

- Cela semble incroyable, reprit l'inconnu en tournant son regard baissé vers Isbister et en soulignant chaque mot d'un geste de sa main languissante, mais voilà six nuits... oui, six nuits que je ne dors pas ! 

- Vous avez demandé conseil à votre médecin ? 

- Oh ! oui, de mauvais conseils les trois quarts du temps, des drogues... Les médicaments, c'est bon pour le commun des mortels... Mon système nerveux... Mon cas est difficile à expliquer. Je n'ose pas prendre... des drogues assez puissantes..." 

A la fin du XIXe siècle, Graham tombe en catalepsie... Il se réveille deux cents ans plus tard et apprend qu'il est l'homme le plus riche de la Terre. Son nom est devenu synonyme de dictature mais aussi symbole d'espoir pour le peuple : "Quand le dormeur s'éveillera"...

Quand le dormeur s'éveillera

If you (presuming you are of the sex that does such things)-if you had gone into the Drapery Emporium-which is really only magnificent for shop-of Messrs. Antrobus & Co.-a perfectly fictitious "Co., " by the bye-of Putney, on the 14th of August, 1895, had turned to the right-hand side, where the blocks of white linen and piles of blankets rise up to the rail from which the pink and blue prints depend, you might have been served by the central figure of this story that is now beginning. He would have come forward, bowing and swaying, he would have extended two hands with largish knuckles and enormous cuffs over the counter, and he would have asked you, protruding a pointed chin and without the slightest anticipation of pleasure in his manner, what he might have the pleasure of showing you. Under certain circumstances-as, for instance, hats, baby linen, gloves, silks, lace, or curtains-he would simply have bowed politely, and with a drooping expression, and making a kind of circular sweep, invited you to "step this way, " and so led you beyond his ken; but under other and happier conditions, -huckaback, blankets, dimity, cretonne, linen, calico, are cases in point, -he would have requested you to take a seat, emphasising the hospitality by leaning over the counter and gripping a chair back in a spasmodic manner, and so proceeded to obtain, unfold, and exhibit his goods for your consideration. Under which happier circumstances you might-if of an observing turn of mind and not too much of a housewife to be inhuman-have given the central figure of this story less cursory attention.

The Wheels of Chance

ON February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1° S. and longitude 107° W.

On January the Fifth, 1888-that is eleven months and four days after-my uncle, Edward Prendick, a private gentleman, who certainly went aboard the Lady Vain at Callao, and who had been considered drowned, was picked up in latitude 5° 3' S. and longitude 101° W. in a small open boat of which the name was illegible, but which is supposed to have belonged to the missing schooner Ipecacuanha. He gave such a strange account of himself that he was supposed demented. Subsequently he alleged that his mind was a blank from the moment of his escape from the Lady Vain. His case was discussed among psychologists at the time as a curious instance of the lapse of memory consequent upon physical and mental stress. The following narrative was found among his papers by the undersigned, his nephew and heir, but unaccompanied by any definite request for publication.

The Island of Doctor Moreau

A Victorian scientist develops a time machine and travels to the year 802,171 AD. There he finds the meek, child-like Eloi who live in fear of the underground-dwelling Morlocks. When his time machine goes missing, the Traveller faces a fight to enter the Morlocks' domain and return to his own time.
THE TIME MACHINE remains one of the cornerstones of science-fiction literature and has proved hugely influential.

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