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The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of

him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes

upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when

thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And

for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a

`I do not mean to ask you to accept anything without reasonable

have a real existence.'

Filby became pensive. `Clearly,' the Time Traveller proceeded,