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fense before there will be any need for the defense of advanced physics. You see, if you will run over your story in your mind, you will realize that no one will believe you, anyhow.`

" That's the question," said my yarner, suddenly getting up. He put out his hand.
" Well, thank you for letting me tell you my story. No, of course, I don't want anything. I only want you to answer one question; you don't believe a word of it? You're the dozenth person I've told the story to. I tell it once a year, on the anniversary of my ejection from paradise. `Eden on Ice,' I call my story. You'll own that, beside it, Shangri-La isn't even small beer?"
" Yes," I said anxiously, hurriedly. "Yes, it leaves Tibet and all that cold or tepid or-"
" Yes," he said, "I knew you'd say that; they all do. But the question, you know, isn't that. The question I ask all of
them is, just this, DO YOU BELIEVE A WORD OF TT?"
He looked at me with a straining anxiety I found more painful every moment. This man, this harmless nice fellow, desperately wanted me to believe this was a true story. It would mean, literally, an immense amount to him if I could truthfully say I believed it. I tried. The words stuck. It just couldn't be. I didn't have anything to say.
" The bird was a prophet, too," he said. "I didn't know it would mean so much. I think I'd rather have had an albatross around my neck. Good night."

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And he was gone. But if he ever had had an albatross around his neck, then I was his wedding guest-certainly after a strange night, in which my dreams were lit by low clouds on which baleful fires flickered and sank.
" A sadder" if not "a wiser man I rose the morrow morn."

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