The Sleeper Awakes eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 285 pages of information about The Sleeper Awakes.

The Sleeper Awakes eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 285 pages of information about The Sleeper Awakes.

On the flat surface was now a little picture, very vividly coloured, and in this picture were figures that moved.  Not only did they move, but they were conversing in clear small voices.  It was exactly like reality viewed through an inverted opera glass and heard through a long tube.  His interest was seized at once by the situation, which presented a man pacing up and down and vociferating angry things to a pretty but petulant woman.  Both were in the picturesque costume that seemed so strange to Graham.  “I have worked,” said the man, “but what have you been doing?”

“Ah!” said Graham.  He forgot everything else, and sat down in the chair.  Within five minutes he heard himself, named, heard “when the Sleeper wakes,” used jestingly as a proverb for remote postponement, and passed himself by, a thing remote and incredible.  But in a little while he knew those two people like intimate friends.

At last the miniature drama came to an end, and the square face of the apparatus was blank again.

It was a strange world into which he had been permitted to see, unscrupulous, pleasure seeking, energetic, subtle, a world too of dire economic struggle; there were allusions he did not understand, incidents that conveyed strange suggestions of altered moral ideals, flashes of dubious enlightenment.  The blue canvas that bulked so largely in his first impression of the city ways appeared again and again as the costume of the common people.  He had no doubt the story was contemporary, and its intense realism was undeniable.  And the end had been a tragedy that oppressed him.  He sat staring at the blankness.

He started and rubbed his eyes.  He had been so absorbed in the latter-day substitute for a novel, that he awoke to the little green and white room with more than a touch of the surprise of his first awakening.

He stood up, and abruptly he was back in his own wonderland.  The clearness of the kinetoscope drama passed, and the struggle in the vast place of streets, the ambiguous Council, the swift phases of his waking hour, came back.  These people had spoken of the Council with suggestions of a vague universality of power.  And they had spoken of the Sleeper; it had not really struck him vividly at the time that he was the Sleeper.  He had to recall precisely what they had said....

He walked into the bedroom and peered up through the quick intervals of the revolving fan.  As the fan swept round, a dim turmoil like the noise of machinery came in rhythmic eddies.  All else was silence.  Though the perpetual day still irradiated his apartments, he perceived the little intermittent strip of sky was now deep blue—­black almost, with a dust of little stars....

He resumed his examination of the rooms.  He could find no way of opening the padded door, no bell nor other means of calling for attendance.  His feeling of wonder was in abeyance; but he was curious, anxious for information.  He wanted to know exactly how he stood to these new things.  He tried to compose himself to wait until someone came to him.  Presently he became restless and eager for information, for distraction, for fresh sensations.

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