"Very。"
　　"Theworld，whatyouseeofit，seemsstrangetoyou？"
　　"IsupposeIhavetoliveinit，strangeasitseems。"
　　"Isupposeso，now。"
　　"Inthefirstplace，hadn’tIbetterhavesomeclothes？"
　　"They——"saidthethicksetmanandstopped，andtheflaxen—beardedmanmethiseyeandwentaway。
　　"Youwillveryspeedilyhaveclothes，"saidthethicksetman。
　　"Isittrueindeed，thatIhavebeenasleeptwohundred——？"askedGraham。
　　"Theyhavetoldyouthat，havethey？Twohundredandthree，asamatteroffact。"
　　Grahamacceptedtheindisputablenowwithraisedeyebrowsanddepressedmouth。Hesatsilentforamoment，andthenaskedaquestion，"Isthereamillordynamonearhere？"Hedidnotwaitforananswer。"Thingshavechangedtremendously，I
　　suppose？"hesaid。
　　"Whatisthatshouting？"heaskedabruptly。
　　"Nothing，"saidthethicksetmanimpatiently。
　　"It’speople。You’llunderstandbetterlater——perhaps。
　　Asyousay，thingshavechanged。"Hespokeshortly，hisbrowswereknit，andheglancedabouthimlikeamantryingtodecideinanemergency。
　　"Wemustgetyouclothesandsoforth，atanyrate。
　　Betterwaithereuntilsomecancome。Noonewillcomenearyou。Youwantshaving。"
　　Grahamrubbedhischin。
　　Themanwiththeflaxenbeardcamebacktowardsthem，turnedsuddenly，listenedforamoment，liftedhiseyebrowsattheolderman，andhurriedoffthroughthearchwaytowardsthebalcony。Thetumultofshoutinggrewlouder，andthethicksetmanturnedandlistenedalso。Hecursedsuddenlyunderhisbreath，andturnedhiseyesuponGrahamwithanunfriendlyexpression。Itwasasurgeofmanyvoices，risingandfalling，shoutingandscreaming，andoncecameasoundlikeblowsandsharpcries，andthenasnappinglikethecracklingofdrysticks。Grahamstrainedhisearstodrawsomesinglethreadofsoundfromthewoventumult。
　　Thenheperceived，repeatedagainandagain，acertainformula。Foratimehedoubtedhisears。Butsurelythesewerethewords："howustheSleeper！
　　ShowustheSleeper！"
　　Thethicksetmanrushedsuddenlytothearchway。
　　"Wild！"hecried，"Howdotheyknow？Dotheyknow？Orisitguessing？"
　　Therewasperhapsananswer。
　　"Ican’tcome，"saidthethicksetman；"Ihave__him__
　　toseeto。Butshoutfromthebalcony。"
　　Therewasaninaudiblereply。
　　"Sayheisnotawake。Anything！Ileaveittoyou。"
　　HecamehurryingbacktoGraham。"Youmusthaveclothesatonce，"hesaid。"Youcannotstophere——anditwillbeimpossibleto——"
　　Herushedaway，Grahamshoutingunansweredquestionsafterhim。Inamomenthewasback。
　　"Ican’ttellyouwhatishappening。Itistoocomplextoexplain。Inamomentyoushallhaveyourclothesmade。Yes——inamoment。AndthenIcantakeyouawayfromhere。Youwillfindoutourtroublessoonenough。"
　　"Butthosevoices。Theywereshouting——？"
　　"SomethingabouttheSleeper——that’syou。Theyhavesometwistedidea。Idon’tknowwhatitis。I
　　knownothing。"
　　Ashrillbelljettedacutelyacrosstheindistinctminglingofremotenoises，andthisbrusquepersonsprangtoalittlegroupofappliancesinthecorneroftheroom。Helistenedforamoment，regardingaballofcrystal，nodded，andsaidafewindistinctwords；thenhewalkedtothewallthroughwhichthetwomenhadvanished。Itrolledupagainlikeacurtain，andhestoodwaiting。
　　Grahamliftedhisarmandwasastonishedtofindwhatstrengththerestorativeshadgivenhim。Hethrustonelegoverthesideofthecouchandthentheother。Hisheadnolongerswam。Hecouldscarcelycredithisrapidrecovery。Hesatfeelinghislimbs。
　　Themanwiththeflaxenbeardre—enteredfromthearchway，andashedidsothecageofaliftcameslidingdowninfrontofthethicksetman，andalean，grey—beardedman，carryingaroll，andwearingatightly—fittingcostumeofdarkgreen，appearedtherein。
　　"Thisisthetailor，"saidthethicksetmanwithanintroductorygesture。"Itwillneverdoforyoutowearthatblack。Icannotunderstandhowitgothere。
　　ButIshall。Ishall。Youwillbeasrapidaspossible？"
　　hesaidtothetailor。
　　Themaningreenbowed，and，advancing，seatedhimselfbyGrahamonthebed。Hismannerwascalm，buthiseyeswerefullofcuriosity。"Youwillfindthefashionsaltered，Sire，"hesaid。Heglancedfromunderhisbrowsatthethicksetman。，Heopenedtherollerwithaquickmovement，andaconfusionofbrilliantfabricspouredoutoverhisknees。
　　"Youlived，Sire，inaperiodessentiallycylindrical——
　　theVictorian。Withatendencytothehemisphereinhats。Circularcurvesalways。Now——"Heflickedoutalittleappliancethesizeandappearanceofakeylesswatch，whirledtheknob，andbehold——alittlefigureinwhiteappearedkinetoscopefashiononthedial，walkingandturning。Thetailorcaughtupapatternofbluishwhitesatin。"Thatismyconceptionofyourimmediatetreatment，"hesaid。
　　ThethicksetmancameandstoodbytheshoulderofGraham。
　　"Wehaveverylittletime，"hesaid。
　　"Trustme，"saidthetailor。"Mymachinefollows。
　　Whatdoyouthinkofthis？"
　　"Whatisthat？"askedthemanfromthenineteenthcentury。
　　"Inyourdaystheyshowedyouafashion—plate，"
　　saidthetailor，"butthisisourmoderndevelopmentSeehere。"Thelittlefigurerepeateditsevolutions，butinadifferentcostume。"Orthis，"andwithaclickanothersmallfigureinamorevoluminoustypeofrobemarchedontothedial。Thetailorwasveryquickinhismovements，andglancedtwicetowardstheliftashedidthesethings。
　　Itrumbledagain，andacrop—hairedanaemicladwithfeaturesoftheChinesetype，cladincoarsepalebluecanvas，appearedtogetherwithacomplicatedmachine，whichhepushednoiselesslyonlittlecastorsintotheroom。Incontinentlythelittlekinetoscopewasdropped，Grahamwasinvitedtostandinfrontofthemachineandthetailormutteredsomeinstructionstothecrop—hairedlad，whoansweredingutturaltonesandwithwordsGrahamdidnotrecognise。Theboythenwenttoconductanincomprehensiblemonologueinthecorner，andthetailorpulledoutanumberofslottedarmsterminatinginlittlediscs，pullingthemoutuntilthediscswereflatagainstthebodyofGraham，oneateachshoulderblade，oneattheelbows，oneattheneckandsoforth，sothatatlasttherewere，perhaps，twoscoreofthemuponhisbodyandlimbs。Atthesametime，someotherpersonenteredtheroombythelift，behindGraham。Thetailorsetmovingamechanismthatinitiatedafaint—soundingrhythmicmovementofpartsinthemachine，andinanothermomenthewasknockinguptheleversandGrahamwasreleased。Thetailorreplacedhiscloakofblack，andthemanwiththeflaxenbeardprofferedhimalittleglassofsomerefreshingfluid。Grahamsawovertherimoftheglassapale—facedyoungmanregardinghimwithasingularfixity。
　　Thethicksetmanhadbeenpacingtheroomfretfully，andnowturnedandwentthroughthearchwaytowardsthebalcony，fromwhichthenoiseofadistantcrowdstillcameingustsandcadences。Thecropheadedladhandedthetailorarollofthebluishsatinandthetwobeganfixingthisinthemechanisminamannerreminiscentofarollofpaperinanineteenthcenturyprintingmachine。Thentheyrantheentirethingonitseasy，noiselessbearingsacrosstheroomtoaremotecornerwhereatwistedcableloopedrathergracefullyfromthewall。Theymadesomeconnexionandthemachinebecameenergeticandswift。
　　"Whatisthatdoing？"askedGraham，pointingwiththeemptyglasstothebusyfiguresandtryingtoignorethescrutinyofthenewcomer。"Isthat——
　　somesortofforce——laidon？"
　　"Yes，"saidthemanwiththeflaxenbeard。
　　"Whoisthat？"Heindicatedthearchwaybehindhim。
　　Themaninpurplestrokedhislittlebeard，hesitated，andansweredinanundertone，"HeisHoward，yourchiefguardian。Yousee，Sire，——it’salittledifficulttoexplain。TheCouncilappointsaguardianandassistants。Thishallhasundercertainrestrictionsbeenpublic。Inorderthatpeoplemightsatisfythemselves。
　　Wehavebarredthedoorwaysforthefirsttime。ButIthink——ifyoudon’tmind，Iwillleavehimtoexplain。"
　　"Odd"saidGraham。"Guardian？Council？"
　　Thenturninghisbackonthenewcomer，heaskedinanundertone，"Whyisthismanglaringatme？
　　Isheamesmerist？"
　　"Mesmerist！Heisacapillotomist。"
　　"Capillotomist！"
　　"Yes——oneofthechief。Hisyearlyfeeissixdozlions。"
　　Itsoundedsheernonsense。Grahamsnatchedatthelastphrasewithanunsteadymind。"Sixdozlions？"hesaid。
　　"Didn’tyouhavelions？Isupposenot。Youhadtheoldpounds？Theyareourmonetaryunits。"
　　"Butwhatwasthatyousaid——sixdoz？"
　　"Yes。Sixdozen，Sire。Ofcoursethings，eventheselittlethings，havealtered。Youlivedinthedaysofthedecimalsystem，theArabsystem——tens，andlittlehundredsandthousands。Wehaveelevennumeralsnow。Wehavesinglefiguresforbothtenandeleven，twofiguresforadozen，andadozendozenmakesagross，agreathundred，youknow，adozengrossadozand，andadozanddozandamyriad。Verysimple？"
　　"Isupposeso，"saidGraham。"Butaboutthiscap——whatwasit？"
　　Themanwiththeflaxenbeardglancedoverhisshoulder。
　　"Hereareyourclothes！"hesaid。Grahamturnedroundsharplyandsawthetailorstandingathiselbowsmiling，andholdingsomepalpablynewgarmentsoverhisarm。Thecrop—headedboy，bymeansofonefinger，wasimpellingthecomplicatedmachinetowardstheliftbywhichhehadarrived。Grahamstaredatthecompletedsuit。"Youdon’tmeantosay——！"
　　"Justmade，"saidthetailor。HedroppedthegarmentsatthefeetofGraham，walkedtothebedonwhichGrahamhadsorecentlybeenIying，flungoutthetranslucentmattress，andturnedupthelookingglass。Ashedidsoafuriousbellsummonedthethicksetmantothecorner。Themanwiththeflaxenbeardrushedacrosstohimandthenhurriedoutbythearchway。
　　ThetailorwasassistingGrahamintoadarkpurplecombinationgarment，stockings，vest，andpantsinone，asthethicksetmancamebackfromthecornertomeetthemanwiththeflaxenbeardreturningfromthebalcony。Theybeganspeakingquicklyinanundertone，theirbearinghadanunmistakablequalityofanxiety。Overthepurpleunder—garmentcameaI
　　complexbutgracefulgarmentofbluishwhite，andI
　　Grahamwasclothedinthefashiononcemoreandsawhimself，sallow—faced，unshavenandshaggystill，butatleastnakednolonger，andinsomeindefinableunprecedentedwaygraceful。
　　"Imustshave，"hesaidregardinghimselfintheglass。
　　"Inamoment，"saidHoward。
　　Thepersistentstareceased。Theyoungmanclosedhiseyes，reopenedthem，andwithaleanhandextended，advancedonGraham。Thenhestopped，withhishandslowlygesticulating，andlookedabouthim。
　　"Aseat，"saidHowardimpatiently，andinamomenttheflaxen—beardedmanhadachairbehindGraham。
　　"Sitdown，please，"saidHoward。
　　Grahamhesitated，andintheotherhandofthewildeyedmanhesawtheglintofsteel。
　　"Don’tyouunderstand，Sire？"criedtheflaxen—beardedmanwithhurriedpoliteness。"Heisgoingtocutyourhair。"
　　"Oh！"criedGrahamenlightened。"Butyoucalledhim——
　　"Acapillotomist——precisely！Heisoneofthefinestartistsintheworld。"
　　Grahamsatdownabruptly。Theflaxen—beardedmandisappeared。Thecapillotomistcameforwardwithgracefulgestures，examinedGraham’searsandsurveyedhim，feltthebackofhishead，andwouldhavesatdownagaintoregardhimbutforHoward’saudibleimpatience。ForthwithwithrapidmovementsandasuccessionofdeftlyhandledimplementsheshavedGraham’schin，clippedhismoustache，andcutandarrangedhishair。Allthishedidwithoutaword，withsomethingoftheraptairofapoetinspired。AndassoonashehadfinishedGrahamwashandedapairofshoes。
　　Suddenlyaloudvoiceshouted——itseemedfromapieceofmachineryinthecorner——"Atonce——atonce。Thepeopleknowalloverthecity。Workisbeingstopped。Workisbeingstopped。Waitfornothing，butcome。"
　　ThisshoutappearedtoperturbHowardexceedingly。
　　ByhisgesturesitseemedtoGrahamthathehesitatedbetweentwodirections。Abruptlyhewenttowardsthecornerwheretheapparatusstoodaboutthelittlecrystalball。Ashedidsotheundertoneoftumultuousshoutingfromthearchwaythathadcontinuedduringalltheseoccurrencesrosetoamightysound，roaredasifitweresweepingpast，andfellagainasifrecedingswiftly。ItdrewGrahamafteritwithanirresistibleattraction。Heglancedatthethicksetman，andthenobeyedhisimpulse。Intwostrideshewasdownthestepsandinthepassage，and，inascorehewasoutuponthebalconyuponwhich
　　thethreemenhadbeenstanding。
　　CHAPTERV
　　THEMOVINGWAYS
　　Hewenttotherailingsofthebalconyandstaredupward。Anexclamationofsurpriseathisappearance，andthemovementsofanumberofpeoplecamefromthespaciousareabelow。
　　Hisfirstimpressionwasofoverwhelmingarchitecture。
　　TheplaceintowhichhelookedwasanaisleofTitanicbuildings，curvingspaciouslyineitherdirection。
　　Overheadmightycantileverssprangtogetheracrossthehugewidthoftheplace，andatraceryoftranslucentmaterialshutoutthesky。Giganticglobesofcoolwhitelightshamedthepalesunbeamsthatfiltereddownthroughthegirdersandwires。
　　Hereandthereagossamersuspensionbridgedottedwithfootpassengersflungacrossthechasmandtheairwaswebbedwithslendercables。Acliffofedificehungabovehim，heperceivedasheglancedupward，andtheoppositefacadewasgreyanddimandbrokenbygreatarchings，circularperforations，balconies，buttresses，turretprojections，myriadsofvastwindows，andanintricateschemeofarchitecturalrelief。
　　Athwarttheseraninscriptionshorizontallyandobliquelyinanunfamiliarlettering。Hereandthereclosetotheroofcablesofapeculiarstoutnesswerefastened，anddroopedinasteepcurvetocircularopeningsontheoppositesideofthespace，andevenasGrahamnotedthesearemoteandtinyfigureofamancladinpalebluearrestedhisattention。Thislittlefigurewasfaroverheadacrossthespacebesidethehigherfasteningofoneofthesefestoons，hangingforwardfromalittleledgeofmasonryandhandlingsomewell—nighinvisiblestringsdependentfromtheline。
　　Thensuddenly，withaswoopthatsentGraham’sheartintohismouth，thismanhadrusheddownthecurveandvanishedthrougharoundopeningonthehithersideoftheway。Grahamhadbeenlookingupashecameoutuponthebalcony，andthethingshesawaboveandopposedtohimhadatfirstseizedhisattentiontotheexclusionofanythingelse。Thensuddenlyhediscoveredtheroadway！Itwasnotaroadwayatall，asGrahamunderstoodsuchthings，forinthenineteenthcenturytheonlyroadsandstreetswerebeatentracksofmotionlessearth，jostlingrivuletsofvehiclesbetweennarrowfootways。Butthisroadwaywasthreehundredfeetacross，anditmoved；itmoved，allsavethemiddle，thelowestpart。Foramoment，themotiondazzledhismind。Thenheunderstood。
　　UnderthebalconythisextraordinaryroadwayranswiftlytoGraham’sright，anendlessflowrushingalongasfastasanineteenthcenturyexpresstrain，anendlessplatformofnarrowtransverseoverlappingslatswithlittleinterspacesthatpermittedittofollowthecurvaturesofthestreet。Uponitwereseats，andhereandtherelittlekiosks，buttheysweptbytooswiftlyforhimtoseewhatmightbetherein。Fromthisnearestandswiftestplatformaseriesofothersdescendedtothecentreofthespace。Eachmovedtotheright，eachperceptiblyslowerthantheoneaboveit，butthedifferenceinpacewassmallenoughtopermitanyonetostepfromanyplatformtotheoneadjacent，andsowalkuninterruptedlyfromtheswiftesttothemotionlessmiddleway。BeyondthismiddlewaywasanotherseriesofendlessplatformsrushingwithvaryingpacetoGraham’sleft。Andseatedincrowdsuponthetwowidestandswiftestplatforms，orsteppingfromonetoanotherdownthesteps，orswarmingoverthecentralspace，wasaninnumerableandwonderfullydiversifiedmultitudeofpeople。
　　"Youmustnotstophere，"shoutedHowardsuddenlyathisside。"Youmustcomeawayatonce。"
　　Grahammadenoanswer。Heheardwithouthearing。
　　Theplatformsranwitharoarandthepeoplewereshouting。Heperceivedwomenandgirlswithflowinghair，beautifullyrobed，withbandscrossingbetweenthebreasts。Thesefirstcameoutoftheconfusion。Thenheperceivedthatthedominantnoteinthatkaleidoscopeofcostumewasthepalebluethatthetailor’sboyhadworn。Hebecameawareofcriesof"TheSleeper。WhathashappenedtotheSleeper？"
　　anditseemedasthoughtherushingplatformsbeforehimweresuddenlyspatteredwiththepalebuffofhumanfaces，andthenstillmorethickly。Hesawpointingfingers。Heperceivedthatthemotionlesscentralareaofthishugearcadejustoppositetothebalconywasdenselycrowdedwithblue—cladpeople。
　　Somesortofstrugglehadsprungintolife。Peopleseemedtobepusheduptherunningplatformsoneitherside，andcarriedawayagainsttheirwill。Theywouldspringoffsosoonastheywerebeyondthethickoftheconfusion，andrunbacktowardstheconflict。
　　"ItistheSleeper。VerilyitistheSleeper，"shoutedvoices。"ThatisnevertheSleeper，"shoutedothers。Moreandmorefaceswereturnedtohim。AttheintervalsalongthiscentralareaGrahamnotedopenings，pits，apparentlytheheadsofstaircasesgoingdownwithpeopleascendingoutofthemanddescendingintothem。Thestruggleitseemedcentredabouttheoneofthesenearesttohim。Peoplewererunningdownthemovingplatformstothis，leapingdexterouslyfromplatformtoplatform。Theclusteringpeopleonthehigherplatformsseemedtodividetheirinterestbetweenthispointandthebalcony。A
　　numberofsturdylittlefigurescladinauniformofbrightred，andworkingmethodicallytogether，wereemployeditseemedinpreventingaccesstothisdescendingstaircase。Aboutthemacrowdwasrapidlyaccumulating。Theirbrilliantcolourcontrastedvividlywiththewhitish—blueoftheirantagonists，forthestrugglewasindisputable。
　　HesawthesethingswithHowardshoutinginhisearandshakinghisarm。AndthensuddenlyHowardwasgoneandhestoodalone。
　　Heperceivedthatthecriesof"TheSleeper"grewinvolume，andthatthepeopleonthenearerplatformwerestandingup。Thenearerswifterplatformheperceivedwasemptytotherightofhim，andfaracrossthespacetheplatformrunningintheoppositedirectionwascomingcrowdedandpassingawaybare。
　　Withincredibleswiftnessavastcrowdhadgatheredinthecentralspacebeforehiseyes；adenseswayingmassofpeople，andtheshoutsgrewfromafitfulcryingtoavoluminousincessantclamour："TheSleeper！"
　　TheSleeper！"andyellsandcheers，awavingofgarmentsandcriesof"Stoptheways！"TheywerealsocryinganothernamestrangetoGraham。Itsoundedlike"Ostrog。"Theslowerplatformsweresoonthickwithactivepeople，runningagainstthemovementsoastokeepthemselvesoppositetohim。
　　"Stoptheways，"theycried。Agilefiguresranupswiftlyfromthecentretotheswiftroadnearesttohim，werebornerapidlypasthim，shoutingstrange，unintelligiblethings，andranbackobliquelytothecentralway。Onethinghedistinguished："ItisindeedtheSleeper。ItisindeedtheSleeper，"theytestified。
　　ForaspaceGrahamstoodwithoutamovement。
　　Thenhebecamevividlyawarethatallthisconcernedhim。Hewaspleasedathiswonderfulpopularity，hebowed，and，seekingagestureoflongerrange，wavedhisarm。Hewasastonishedattheviolenceofuproarthatthisprovoked。Thetumultaboutthedescendingstairwayrosetofuriousviolence。Hebecameawareofcrowdedbalconies，ofmenslidingalongropes，ofmenintrapeze—likeseatshurlingathwartthespace。
　　Heheardvoicesbehindhim，anumberofpeopledescendingthestepsthroughthearchway；hesuddenlyperceivedthathisguardianHowardwasbackagainandgrippinghisarmpainfully，andshoutinginaudiblyinhisear。
　　Heturned，andHoward’sfacewaswhite。"Comeback，"heheard。"Theywillstoptheways。Thewholecitywillbeinconfusion。"
　　HeperceivedanumberofmenhurryingalongthepassageofbluepillarsbehindHoward，thered—hairedman，themanwiththeflaxenbeard，atallmaninvividvermilion，acrowdofothersinredcarryingstaves，andallthesepeoplehadanxiouseagerfaces。
　　"Gethimaway，"criedHoward。
　　"Butwhy？"saidGraham。"Idon’tsee——"
　　"Youmustcomeaway！"saidthemaninredinaresolutevoice。Hisfaceandeyeswereresolute，too。
　　Graham’sglanceswentfromfacetoface，andhewassuddenlyawareofthatmostdisagreeableflavourinlife，compulsion。Someonegrippedhisarm……
　　Hewasbeingdraggedaway。Itseemedasthoughthetumultsuddenlybecametwo，asifhalftheshoutsthathadcomeinfromthiswonderfulroadwayhadsprungintothepassagesofthegreatbuildingbehindhim。
　　Marvellingandconfused，feelinganimpotentdesiretoresist，Grahamwashalfled，halfthrust，alongthepassageofbluepillars，andsuddenlyhefoundhimselfalonewithHowardinaliftandmovingswiftlyupward。
　　CHAPTERVI
　　THEHALLOFTHEATLAS
　　FromthemomentwhenthetailorhadbowedhisfarewelltothemomentwhenGrahamfoundhimselfinthelift，wasaltogetherbarelyfiveminutes。Andasyetthehazeofhisvastintervalofsleephungabouthim，asyettheinitialstrangenessofhisbeingaliveatallinthisremoteagetouchedeverythingwithwonder，withasenseoftheirrational，withsomethingofthequalityofarealisticdream。Hewasstilldetached，anastonishedspectator，stillbuthalfinvolvedinlife。
　　Whathehadseen，andespeciallythelastcrowdedtumult，framedinthesettingofthebalcony，hadaspectacularturn，likeathingwitnessedfromtheboxofatheatre。"Idon’tunderstand，"hesaid。"Whatwasthetrouble？Mymindisinawhirl。Whyweretheyshouting？Whatisthedanger？"
　　"Wehaveourtroubles，"saidHoward。HiseyesavoidedGraham’senquiry。"Thisisatimeofunrest。
　　And，infact，yourappearance，yourwakingjustnow，hasasortofconnexion——"
　　Hespokejerkily，likeamannotquitesureofhisbreathing。Hestoppedabruptly。
　　"Idon’tunderstand，"saidGraham。
　　"Itwillbeclearerlater，"saidHoward。
　　Heglanceduneasilyupward，asthoughhefoundtheprogressoftheliftslow。
　　"Ishallunderstandbetter，nodoubt，whenIhaveseenmywayaboutalittle，"saidGrahampuzzled。"It。
　　willbe——itisboundtobeperplexing。Atpresentitisallsostrange。Anythingseemspossible。AnythingInthedetailseven。Yourcounting，Iunderstand，isdifferent。"
　　Theliftstopped，andtheysteppedoutintoanarrowbutverylongpassagebetweenhighwalls，alongwhichrananextraordinarynumberoftubesandbigcables。
　　"Whatahugeplacethisis！"saidGraham。"Isitallonebuilding？Whatplaceisit？"
　　"Thisisoneofthecitywaysforvariouspublicservices。Lightandsoforth。"
　　"Wasitasocialtrouble——that——inthegreatroadwayplace？Howareyougoverned？Haveyoustillapolice？"
　　"Several，"saidHoward。
　　"Several？"