H.G. Wells' Sleeper Awakes (pt 3)... with commentary

“He was a poor nobody, and set on a playful woman, poor soul!”

In reading H.G. Wells (one of my favorite authors), I've learned to never fall in love. Otherwise, I might get my heart broken and become an insomniac, then fall into a coma for 200 years, waking up only to find that I in fact own half the world and everyone is out to kill me for it. I don't know; I hear love is a many splendored thing, but is it worth all that?!