No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinised as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets. And yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes. And slowly, and surely, they drew their plans against us.
This is the opening to Jeff Wayne’s “The War of the Worlds”; an album I listened to regularly in my childhood as I lay on the living-room carpet engrossed in the glossy pages of the liner notes.
Just have a listen.
Also, it’s narrated by Richard Burton and has a song by The Moody Blues.