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A Dream Of Armageddon

Auhtor: H Wells

Language: english
Published: 1901

Genres:

fiction,  short stories
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Review by Michael Gallagher, July 2005


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Dream Of Armageddon':

A Dream Of Armageddon by H G Wells. A mild-mannered 19th Century clerk dreams of being a world leader in an apocalyptic future. But is it just a dream

Excerpts from the Book 'A Dream Of Armageddon':


... he was moved by a sense of my observation, looked up at me, and put out a spiritless hand for his newspaper. Then he glanced again in my direction. I ...
... then- No, he said. Thank God! that was the end of the dream... It was clear I was in for this dream. And, after all, I had an hour before me, the ...
... gracefully, she seemed to have part with all pleasant and gracious things- He stopped, and his face was downcast and hidden. Then he looked up at ...
... for having ever sought to be a leader when I might have given my days to love. But then, thought I, if I had not spent my early days sternly and ...
... passed into the hot sunrise. And when one turned to the west, distinct and near was a little bay, a little beach still in shadow. And out of that shadow ...
... at my retreat. So this question about what he had done re-awakened my old interest in the life I had put aside just for a moment. 'I have taken no ...
... reasserted themselves. I could even see myself suddenly returning to the north, and all the dramatic effect of it. All that this man said witnessed ...
... I said. That is what you never seem to do with dreams. No, he answered. But that is just what I did. I am a solicitor, you must understand, ...
... and near. I interrupted suddenly: You have been to Capri, of course? Only in this dream, he said, only in this dream. All across the bay beyond ...
... eyes questioning my face, her expression shaded with perplexity. Her face was grey because the sunset was fading out of the sky. It was no fault ...
... war contrivances that had been invented and had fallen into abeyance during the long peace. There were all sorts of these things that people were routing ...
... tone of questioning self-communion. What was there to do but flight? I had not thought the war would touch Capri-I had seemed to see Capri as being ...
... been only a dream. A dream! he cried, flaming upon me, a dream-when, even now- For the first time he became animated. A faint flush crept into his ...
... thing is real and certain, one thing is no dream stuff, but eternal and enduring. It is the centre of my life, and all other things about it are subordinate ...
... by Paestum, where those great temples stand alone. I had some vague idea that by Paestum it might be possible to find a boat or something, and ...
... because I knew she had need of weeping, and had held herself so far and so long for me. It was well, I thought, that she would weep and rest, and ...
... Farm to Euston. I started at this passing of time. I turned on him with a brutal question with the tone of Now or never. And did you dream ...
... carriages passing by, and then a signal-box, hoisting its constellation of green and red into the murky London twilight, marched after them. I looked ...
... city. Daring rescues and villainous treachery abound as workers and capitalists fight desperately for control of the Sleeper. H. G. Wells The First ...
... and Jules Verne, is sometimes referred to as The Father of Science Fiction. Source: Wikipedia You can also find on Amazon Wells: The War ...