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The pavement, the air, the houses and the dirt had been all baked dry by the summer, the weary traffic dragged on, and on, and on, and Sleep spreading her wings soared up and floated from London and went to walk beautifully in rural places. THE PAVEMENT THE AIR THE HOUSES AND THE DIRT HAD ALL BEEN BAKED DRY BY THE SUMMER THE WEARY TRAFFIC DRAGGED ON AND ON AND ON AND SLEEP SPREADING HER WINGS SOARED UP AND FLOATED FROM LONDON AND WENT TO WALK BEAUTIFULLY IN RURAL PLACES
n in asking him this, I said that the field had seemed to me such a good place to hold a pageant in. But he said that nothing of any interest had ever occurred there, nothing at all. So it was from the future that the field's terrible trouble came. For three years off and on I made visits to the field, and every time more clearly it boded evil things, and my uneasiness grew more acute every time that I was lured to go and rest among the cool green grass under the beautiful osiers. Once to distract my thoughts I tried to gauge how fast the stream was trickling, but I found myself wondering if it flowed faster than blood. I felt that it would be a terrible place to go mad in, one would hear voices. At last I went to a poet whom I knew, and woke him from huge dreams, and put before him the whole case of the field. He had not been out of London all that year, and he promised to come with me and look at the field, and tell me what was going to happen there. It was late in July when we went. SED ME FOR MY REASON IN ASKING HIM THIS I SAID THAT THE FIELD HAD SEEMED TO ME SUCH A GOOD PLACE TO HOLD A PAGEANT IN BUT HE SAID THAT NOTHING OF ANY INTEREST HAD EVER OCCURRED THERE NOTHING AT ALL SO IT WAS FROM THE FUTURE THAT THE FIELD'S TERRIBLE TROUBLE CAME FOR THREE YEARS OFF AND ON I MADE VISITS TO THE FIELD AND EVERY TIME MORE CLEARLY IT BODED EVIL THINGS AND MY UNEASINESS GREW MORE ACUTE EVERY TIME THAT I WAS LURED TO GO AND REST AMONG THE COOL GREEN GRASS UNDER THE BEAUTIFUL OSIERS ONCE TO DISTRACT MY THOUGHTS I TRIED TO GAUGE HOW FAST THE STREAM WAS TRICKLING BUT I FOUND MYSELF WONDERING IF IT FLOWED FASTER THAN BLOOD I FELT THAT IT WOULD BE A TERRIBLE PLACE TO GO MAD IN ONE WOULD HEAR VOICES AT LAST I WENT TO A POET WHOM I KNEW AND WOKE HIM FROM HUGE DREAMS AND PUT BEFORE HIM THE WHOLE CASE OF THE FIELD HE HAD NOT BEEN OUT OF LONDON ALL THAT YEAR AND HE PROMISED TO COME WITH ME AND LOOK AT THE FIELD AND TELL ME WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN THERE IT WAS LATE IN JULY WHEN WE WENT
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