As I left the railway station at Worchester and set out on the three-mile walk to Ransom’s cottage, I reflected that no one on that platform could possibly guess the truth about the man I was going to visit. The above is the first sentence of chapter one. After finishing Out of the Silent Planet,… — read more

“The last drops of the thundershower had hardly ceased falling when the Pedestrian stuffed his map into his pocket, settled his pack more comfortably on his tired shoulders, and stepped out from the shelter of a large chest-nut-tree into the middle of the road.” With this unassuming opening, the story swept me off my feet… — read more