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death-this kind of grim nonsense can only take place after death, after one has taken leave of the last vestiges of the world of common sense. It couldn't fit into this earth, anyhow, anywhere. This, baldly, is what I saw. I was still more or less on my back, so that's why I first noticed the sky. There wasn't a star in it. It was all fogged over. Nothing odd in that, you'll say. But wait a minute. It was all fog, but a fog such as I've never seen before or since. For a moment I thought my sight had gone, that, perhaps, in the afterlife everything was vague and misty. If I am alive, I reflected, I've lost the power to focus. It was-how shall I put it?-like looking up at the flies in the transformation scene of a pantomime, only all out of focus. There was wave upon wave of fringes, skirts, curtains, all of some filmy, faintly fluted draping. They rustled as they undulated. The sound was so quiet and natural that, since I couldn't see them clearly enough to judge their distance, I thought they must be near, perhaps twenty or thirty feet above my head.
" But, if the form was ambiguous, the color was-well, I have to work that word pretty hard-amazing. You know the colors of a large vacuum tube when current's in it? The whole of what I was looking up at was flushing and pulsing as it was washed by these tides of uncanny color.
" Perhaps it was the word `pulsing' that made me realize that the actual pulsing had stopped. Yes, I was at a standstill or, rather, at a lie-still. Perhaps it was dumb to wish I could see what all those eerie searchlights were falling on. I tried to raise my head and at once felt a curious broad hand helping me. But what I saw made me forget the odd feel, forget the add sky. Oh, I could see well enough. There was nothing

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