“And there are some,” said The Eavesdropper, “with roofs of boards above their heads (to protect them from Wonder)—down in the hold—playing cards.”
There was silence.
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“What are you seeing now?” I said.
“Trains,” he said—“a globe full of trains. They are on a dozen sides of it. They are clinging to the crusts of it—mountains—rivers—prairies—some in the light and some in the dark—creeping through space.”
“And what do you see in the trains?”
“Miles of faces.”
“And the faces?”
“They are pushing on the trains.”
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