And they told me at school that Latin would get easier as I went on. They told me in the nursery that if I were good I'd be happy. People have been telling me that sort of thing all my life. "There seems to be some idea that if one stays here one would get-well, solider-grow acclimatised. "It's as good as any other park to look at, and darned uncomfortable." "Well, I don't see what all the talk is about," said the Hard-Bitten Ghost. They lead you to expect red fire and devils and all sorts of interesting people sizzling on grids- Henry VIII and all that-but when you get there its's just like any other town." "And you've lived- er-down there-in the Town-for some time?" Doesn't matter what they choose: anything'll do as long as the publicity's properly managed." There's a combine, you know, a World Combine, that just takes an Atlas and decides where they'll have a Sight. Niagara Falls, the Pyramids, Salt Lake City, the Taj Mahal -" When I was out East, I went to see Pekin.
Wherever I've been I've always had a look at anything that was being cracked up. I'm the sort of chap who likes to see things for himself. All that idea of staying is only an advertisement stunt." You can't eat the fruit and you can't drink the water and it takes you all your time to walk on the grass. "Of course there never was any question of our staying. "I guess I've seen about all there is to see." It was that of a lean hard-bitten man with grev hair and a gruff, but not uneducated voice: the kind of man I have always instinctively felt to be reliable. I turned and saw a tall ghost standing with its back against a tree, chewing a ghostly cheroot. "Thinking of going back?" said a voice close at hand.
Looking at the silver fish which darted over the river-bed, I wished greatly that to me also that water were permeable. It did not appear to take any notice of me, but I became self-conscious and I rather think there was some assumed nonchalance in my movements as I walked away over the flat rocks, down-stream again. ALTHOUGH I watched the misfortunes of the Ghost in the Bowler with some complacency, I found, when we were left alone, that I could not bear the presence of the Water-Giant.
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