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Turning suddenly, he moved to the lamp and tried to light it. It didn’t work. With a snarl he turned and ran into the kitchen. The refrigerator was out. He ran from one dark room to another. The freezer was off; all the food would spoil. His house was a dead house.
she asked him if he’d bought a paper the night before. “It’s in the living room,” he told her. “Anything new in it?” “No. Same old stuff. It’s all over the country, a little here, a little there. They haven’t been able to find the germ yet.” She bit her lower lip. “Nobody knows what it is?”
Shades of Androcles,
In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.
vampiris bacillus.
Like Gulliver returning from the logical horses, I find the human smell offensive.
