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By Stanislaw Lem

The writer describes his blameless youth because the son of a physician in Lvov among the 2 global wars, within which his so much brilliant stories comprise episodes along with his gossipy French teach, the view from a confectionary shop, and halvah stands.

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Yet our indefatigable grasp of detection simply scotched such trickery. there has been visionary speak of utilizing a reflect to throw messages on a wall, as a movie projector did, in a nook in the back of the teacher's again, in Morse code. not anything got here of that, simply because in spite of everything it was once more uncomplicated to benefit a translation by means of traditional ability than to grasp the paintings of a telegraphic alphabet. Writing approximately my lecturers, i think with growing to be dissatisfaction that i've got fallen into one of many many ruts made through generations memoirists, the place one speaks of the health club as a dollhouse -- from above, at a distance, with a tragic smile, the pedagogues offered in mild, forgiving sketch. The drained tips of a balding author! tips all of the extra insidious in that they're subconscious, turning prose right into a candy pabulum, a candied dust that gums and paralyzes the brain. to jot down in regards to the gym from above is worse than a criminal offense -- it is a mistake. One may still deal with it as one treats absolutely the. Fortified via partitions and chalk, the health club existed primarily within the school physique -- this may be the 1st approximation. i'm fairly severe. lecturers from different faculties -- one met them within the theater, for instance -- to us they have been as heretics are to the orthodox, they and their altars and practices. We felt embarrassment, shock: there has been totally not anything to them; how may perhaps they be so blind? At a look i may lessen any overseas schoolmaster to his parts, from galoshes to legitimate abstractedness to pince-nez. He used to be the tedious sum of his elements, not anything extra. however the incontrovertible fact that our Conductor had a massive stomach by no means entered my head -- simply because he used to be an Absolute, he and his computer and little pencil of strength and how his hands slowly grew to become these constantly mysterious pages, pages that one minute have been as empty because the global earlier than construction and the subsequent packed with silent thunder. Prophets within the entrance row may attempt to learn our implacable destiny within the microscopic events of that pencil. greater than as soon as I carried the attempt books to the convention room. There should have been a desk there, chairs, yet i've got no reminiscence of them. As for the director's place of work, i could not start to describe it, and that's no longer exclusively end result of the conditions that introduced me there (for instance, the time L. and that i broke the bathroom sink). It was once now not worry that blinded me, however the Absolute. absolutely the was once there; i'll suppose it. Years later, I even hunted for it while, as a guy of letters, i used to be to satisfy scholars within the first and moment gymnasiums and waited, with espresso, within the director's place of work. i discovered not anything; it had evaporated like camphor, leaving the desks chilly, the chairs and coat of fingers and pictures at the wall -- it used to be long past, yet long past just for me. Its presence I instantly observed mirrored within the faces of the scholars once they crossed the edge. instantly they fell into that trance so frequent to me. I well-known the moderate numbing, stiffening, trembling, the darkish exultation within the eyes, the failing of all of the senses -- they didn't converse to the purpose and shuffled their toes.

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