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I Sing the Body Electric

By Catherine Holmes,2014-11-04 22:29
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Product `desc`riptionA collection of fantasy and science-fiction short stories, amongst which are found the time traveller in search of Ernest Hemingway; a baby born into another dimension; a lost Martian city springing into a weird and extaordinary existence; and an electronic grandmother. Published by Earthlight on 1998/08/03

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    I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC!

    Ray Bradbury

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    This book, a bit late in the day, but with admiration, affection, and friendship,

    is for NORMAN CORWIN.

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    I sing the Body Electric;

     The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;

     They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,

     And discorrupt them, And charge them full with the charge of the Soul.

    ? ? ? ?—WALT WHITMAN

    CONTENTS

    THE KILIMANJARO DEVICE THE TERRIBLE CONFLAGRATION UP AT THE PLACE TOMORROW'S CHILD THE WOMEN THE INSPIRED CHICKEN MOTEL DOWNWIND FROM GETTYSBURG YES, WE'LL GATHER AT THE RIVER THE COLD WIND AND THE WARM NIGHT CALL, COLLECT THE HAUNTING OF THE NEW I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC! THE TOMBLING DAY ANY FRIEND OF NICHOLAS NICKLEBY'S IS A FRIEND OF MINE HEAVY-SET THE MAN IN THE RORSCHACH SHIRT HENRY THE NINTH THE LOST CITY OF MARS CHRISTUS APOLLO ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    THE KILIMANJARO DEVICE

    I arrived in the truck very early in the morning. I had been driving all night, for I hadn'tbeen able to sleep at the motel so I thought I might as well drive and I arrived among themountains and hills near Ketchum and Sun Valley just as the sun carne up and I was glad I hadkept busy with driving.

    I drove into the town itself without looking up at that one hill. I was afraid if I looked atit, I would make a mistake. It was very important not to look at the grave. At least that ishow I felt. And I had to go on my hunch.

    I parked the truck in front of an old saloon and walked around the town and talked to a fewpeople and breathed the air and it was sweet and clear. I found a young hunter, but he waswrong; I knew that after talking to him for a few minutes. I found a very old man, but he wasno better. Then I found me a hunter about fifty, and he was just right. He knew, or sensed,everything I was looking for.

    I bought him a beer and we talked about a lot of things, and then I bought him another beer andled the conversation around to what I was doing here and why I wanted to talk to him. We weresilent for a while and I waited, not showing my impatience, for the hunter, on his own, tobring up the past, to speak of other days three years ago, and of driving toward Sun Valley atthis time