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"Y ou I" 1 cried; "do you dare come back after tricking me
unmercifully? Why haYe you fooled me~ Or are you so .
indeedonlyadream~·· . .. ", "Hnsh, foolish I" she said. Then m dcJectwn, \\hat you
bnvc found ont I have long known. I warned you, but you l ].t "
wouknot1sen. ?I "Bnt surely you-what in the world do you mean.
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th111 • you-- , . . .
"s0von don't. The truth is, yon can t thmk. Y on no\ ?I could a;1d never will. ' Kow do stop.waYing.your hands lll the air and carrying on so, and I w11l exp~am. ;7hc art ?f thinking is a lost art. People no longer thmk. Ihey cant. They arc, howC\'er, endowed with the faculty of memory, and for this reason they arc able to say the things and do the thinrrs their ancestors did. That is why you couldn't read an:rbody's mind. They simply weren't thinking. Yes, yes,
pl~ase be quiet. Those impressions were me~·ely~oh, dear, what is the word~-instincts, maybe. Then mmds were either solid or just blank, or they had cannibal instincts- yon know." .
"\\'hat! You mean to tell me--why I know I can th111k.
Perhaps the others--" , "Oh, no," said the gentle creature, softly. "You don t think, you only think you do." And with these words sl.w was gone, leaving me the pos::;essor of a secret. which I felt l1l duty bound to reveal. No, dear reader, I d1d not wake up.
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I was not dreaming; it is the awful truth.
C. B. Smrr.
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