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Wed Apr 05 04:12:48 2017 1 Project Gutenberg’s Pygmalion’s Spectacles, by Stanley Grauman Weinbaum This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Pygmalion’s Spectacles Author: Stanley Grauman Weinbaum Release Date: October 5, 2007 [EBook #22893] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PYGMALION’S SPECTACLES *** Produced by Greg Weeks, Stephen Blundell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http:--www.pgdp.net Transcriber’s Note: This etext was produced from _A Martian Odyssey and Others_ published in 1949.
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Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. PYGMALION’S SPECTACLES -But what is reality?- asked the gnomelike man.
He gestured at the tall banks of buildings that loomed around Central Park, with their countless windows glowing like the cave fires of a city of Cro-Magnon people.
-All is dream, all is illusion; I am your vision as you are mine.- Dan Burke, struggling for clarity of thought through the fumes of liquor, stared without comprehension at the tiny figure of his companion.
He began to regret the impulse that had driven him to leave the party to seek fresh air in the park, and to fall by chance into the company of this diminutive old madman.
But he had needed escape; this was one party too many, and not even the presence of Claire with her trim ankles could hold him there.
He felt an angry desire to go home--not to his hotel, but home to Chicago and to the comparative peace of the Board of Trade.
But he was leaving tomorrow anyway. -You drink,- said the elfin, bearded face, -to make real a dream.
Is it not so? Either to dream that what you se...





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