By: E. Nesbit
“Give me the third drug, and let me be as you are.”
By: A. Merritt
“Are all the men of Ireland like you, Larree?”
“I. Know. Everything.”
“Everything in Nature vibrates.”
“What is the third drug?”
“The radiant shower of particles hurled out by radium…”
Never had I seen a woman so beautiful as was Yolara of the Dweller’s city.
“I have no secrets from you now.”
“There’s no way in but in — and no way out but out.”
“I feel so frightfully well — and yet there’s a strange feeling — “
We were racing, dropping, hurling at a frightful speed — where?
I stretched out a shaking hand and touched the surface of the slab.
It was like one of those nightmares wherein one runs for ever.
“I am a seeker, observer, analyst, and synthesist of facts.”
Their pale, degenerate faces spun and swung round him.