Fatherhood Quote by H.G. Wells

Wells doesn’t just want more time; he wants to mug the very concept of it. Father Time, with his familiar scythe, is the mascot of inevitability: aging, decay, deadlines you can’t renegotiate. By saying he’ll go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of his own, Wells flips the emblem. The scythe stops being Time’s instrument and becomes a tool for a rival power: human will, scientific acceleration, the modern mind that refuses to wait its turn.

The intent is competitive, almost delinquent. Wells isn’t pleading for immortality so much as insisting on priority. He wants to arrive first, cut first, harvest first. There’s a faintly comic bravado in the image - an author racing a mythic bureaucrat - but the comedy sharpens the philosophy: the future belongs to whoever seizes it, not whoever reveres it.

Context matters because Wells wrote at the crackling edge of modernity: Darwin’s aftershocks, industrial velocity, new media, new weapons, new politics. His fiction and essays are obsessed with what happens when progress outruns ethics and when invention makes history feel editable. The subtext is a warning disguised as swagger. If you arm yourself with Time’s scythe, you can clear the field for new growth - or you can turn the world into a rushed harvest, cut down before it’s ready.

It’s Wells in miniature: impatience as prophecy, optimism with teeth.