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It’s Just the very Biggest Thing in the World
Athingreenlineofvegetationfringedthesummitoftheruddycliff.
"Well?"heasked.
"Itisnodoubtacuriousformation,"saidI"butIamnotgeologistenoughtosaythatitiswonderful."
"Wonderful!"herepeated."Itisunique.Itisincredible.Nooneonearthhaseverdreamedofsuchapossibility.Nowthenext."
Iturneditover,andgaveanexclamationofsurprise.Therewasafull-pagepictureofthemostextraordinarycreaturethatIhadeverseen.Itwasthewilddreamofanopiumsmoker,avisionofdelirium.Theheadwaslikethatofafowl,thebodythatofabloatedlizard,thetrailingtailwasfurnishedwithupward-turnedspikes,andthecurvedbackwasedgedwithahighserratedfringe,whichlookedlikeadozencocks’wattlesplacedbehindeachother.Infrontofthiscreaturewasanabsurdmannikin,ordwarf,inhumanform,whostoodstaringatit.
"Well,whatdoyouthinkofthat?"criedtheProfessor,rubbinghishandswithanairoftriumph.
"Itismonstrous—grotesque."
"Butwhatmadehimdrawsuchananimal?"
"Tradegin,Ishouldthink."
"Oh,that’sthebestexplanationyoucangive,isit?"
