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Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot…. And with faint sounds of movement coming from within.

Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal.

“The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one – but still they come!”
“The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one” he said
“The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one – but still they come!”
“Yes, the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one – but still they come!”
It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance.

It all seemed to safe and tranquil.