Остров доктора Моро
The Man Who Was Going Nowhere
Themattersoundedasthoughitendedinblows,butinthatIthoughtmyearsweremistaken.Thenheshoutedatthedogs,andreturnedtothecabin.
"Well?"saidheinthedoorway."Youwerejustbeginningtotellme."
Itoldhimmyname,EdwardPrendick,andhowIhadtakentoNaturalHistoryasarelieffromthedulnessofmycomfortableindependence.
Heseemedinterestedinthis."I’vedonesomesciencemyself.IdidmyBiologyatUniversityCollege,—gettingouttheovaryoftheearthwormandtheradulaofthesnail,andallthat.Lord!It’stenyearsago.Butgoon!goon!tellmeabouttheboat."
Hewasevidentlysatisfiedwiththefranknessofmystory,whichItoldinconcisesentencesenough,forIfelthorriblyweak;andwhenitwasfinishedherevertedatoncetothetopicofNaturalHistoryandhisownbiologicalstudies.HebegantoquestionmecloselyaboutTottenhamCourtRoadandGowerStreet."IsCaplatzistillflourishing?Whatashopthatwas!"Hehadevidentlybeenaveryordinarymedicalstudent,anddriftedincontinentlytothetopicofthemusichalls.Hetoldmesomeanecdotes.
"Leftitall,"hesaid,"tenyearsago.Howjollyitallusedtobe!ButImadeayoungassofmyself,—playedmyselfoutbeforeIwastwenty-one.Idaresayit’salldifferentnow.ButImustlookupthatassofacook,andseewhathe’sdonetoyourmutton
