Post by Salzmank on Jul 23, 2018 23:28:38 GMT
there is no clintongreen any more left
no more lessons about dinosaurs ?No more super-heroes in dino suits … or was it dinoes in super hero suits ?
No more cool hats ?
No more mystery in our hum drum lives ?
re-
We huddle together in cities, we make bonfires of a million lights, we can get a voice from across the ocean to sing to us so that we needn’t feel lonely… But suppose you, Ted, in your apartment in New York… or John Smith in his house anywhere in the world—suppose you went home at night, and opened the ordinary door, and heard another kind of voice. Suppose you didn’t want to look behind the umbrella-stand, or go down to attend to the furnace at night, because you might see something climbing up?
Crime and the occult! These are the only hobbies for a man of taste!
