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don't know how long against believing my eyes, for the light, though pulsing, was like a torrent of floodlighting. There was, I tell you, never a moment's doubt as to what I was seeing. The resistance came from my owning up to the clear meaning of what I saw. I struggled with all my might to believe that I was looking at masked kidnapers, inquisitors, anything you like, however dangerous and dreadful, as long as it was human. And all the time my eyes kept on saying to me-yes, and will you believe me?-the last, unnerving touch, my nose, too was saying it: What you are looking at-these things that are close enough for you to smell, are big, giant big, bigger than most men, but not men-they're big bipeds, big stalking birds! Yes, that was it. Under that insanely colored sky, as though in some grotesque, glass-lidded aviary, I lay, shrunken like Alice after she'd eaten the mushroom, looked down on by those large, powerful birds.
" I own, at that, my last vestiges of interest in topography fled. I remember recalling instead, and most infelicitously, Wells's grim story, Aepyornis Island, about the man who came within an ace of being pecked to death by his pet, a giant bird.
" And I was these creatures' captive. They swayed their heads a little. Their glassy eyes regarded me, but what I regarded was the way the glittering varicolored light ran up and down their long, strong, polished, pointed beaks. I don't know whether the next thing was a relief. It ought to have been. For at least it made clear that my immediate fear wasn't going to be practiced on me without delay. But the way I learned that was itself so shocking that I think I was more upset then than ever. I suppose we fear madness more

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