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And he took out of his pocket a small box full of some black stuff that looked like tar, but had a stranger smell. He warned me not to touch it with my finger, as the stain remained for days. "I got it from a gipsy," he said. "He had a lot of it, as it had killed his father." AND HE TOOK OUT OF HIS POCKET A SMALL BOX FULL OF SOME BLACK STUFF THAT LOOKED LIKE TAR BUT HAD A STRANGER SMELL HE WARNED ME NOT TO TOUCH IT WITH MY FINGER AS HIS STAIN REMAINED FOR DAYS I GOT IT FROM A GYPSY HE SAID HE HAD A LOT OF IT AS IT HAD KILLED HIS FATHER
 the stars over them twinkled undisturbed. For how short a while man speaks, and withal how vainly. And for how long he is silent. Only the other day I met a king in Thebes, who had been silent already for four thousand years. THE HASHISH MAN I was at a dinner in London the other day. The ladies had gone upstairs, and no one sat on my right; on my left there was a man I did not know, but he knew my name somehow apparently, for he turned to me after a while, and said, "I read a story of yours about Bethmoora in a review." Of course I remembered the tale. It was about a beautiful Oriental city that was suddenly deserted in a day--nobody quite knew why. I said, "Oh, yes," and slowly searched in my mind for some more fitting acknowledgment of the compliment that his memory had paid me. I was greatly astonished when he said, "You were wrong about the gnousar sickness; it was not that at all." I said, "Why! Have you been there?" And he said, "Yes; I do it with hashish. I know Bethmoora well.  THE HASHISH MAN CHAPTER NINE OF A DREAMER'S TALES BY LORD DUNSANI THE SLEEPER FOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN I WAS AT A DINNER IN LONDON THE OTHER DAY THE LADIES HAD GONE UPSTAIRS AND NO ONE SAT ON MY RIGHT ON MY LEFT THERE WAS A MAN I DID NOT KNOW BUT HE KNEW MY NAME SOMEHOW APPARENTLY FOR HE TURNED TO ME AFTER A WHILE AND SAID I READ A STORY OF YOURS ABOUT BETHMORA IN A REVIEW OF COURSE I REMEMBERED THE TALE IT WAS ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL ORIENTAL CITY THAT WAS SUDDENLY DESERTED IN A DAY NOBODY QUITE KNEW WHY I SAID OH YES AND SLOWLY SEARCHED IN MY MIND FOR SOME MORE FITTING ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF THE COMPLIMENT THAT HIS MEMORY HAD PAID ME I WAS GREATLY ASTONISHED WHEN HE SAID YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT THE NAUZAR SICKNESS IT WAS NOT THAT AT ALL I SAID WHY HAVE YOU BEEN THERE AND HE SAID YES I DO IT WITH HASHISH I KNOW BETHMORAL WELL
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