054- The Man Who Could Work Miracles

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You are crouched in the middle of an immense hurricane houses, animals, trees sweeping past you, and you suddenly realize that you've tampered with a universe, that you're bringing about the destruction of the world. Tonight we escape to a placid English village and the presence of an equally placid little man who one day shook the world, as H.G. Wells told it in

In his delightful and famous story, the man who could work miracles. And now I might say right in the beginning that I ain't the kind of chap who has a naturally argumentative disposition, meaning the kind who's always engaging in hostile discussions with perfect strangers. Quite the contrary. I'm a reasonable man who always takes proper

thought before he speaks, and one who has due respect for scientific truth. Why? I ain't never opened my mouth to utter a word that wasn't a pure, a undiluted, affect. That's what you say. How so ever, when a man of inferior intellect such as Toddy Beamefse showed himself to be more than once, when a man like that insists upon airing his ridiculous opinions in a public

place such as the Long Dragon Bar, then I've got no choice but to confound him with the superior knowledge which I possess is. That may be well and good, perhaps, but it's only what you say.

On the contrary, Mr. B. Mesh, the statements which I have just made, are such as might come from any intelligent human being with a true knowledge of scientific principle. Which same can't be said for some of us here at this bar?