From: I. Zelnik
Category: Amis
Date: 6/23/99
Time: 9:17:25 PM
Remote Name: 129.219.247.97
FROM *SUCCESS*: "I had dreamt I was walking down a bombed-out street; there were children playing, and the air was nostalgic with that forgotten concord---bat patting ball, the soft-shoe shuffle of hopscotch, the flick of a skiprope, the weak protesting trebles of their cries; I reached the house I had come to find; I knocked on the door and turned to enjoy the children; now all was silent, and I saw with a sob that they were not children after all, but mad old dwarves, every one, their faces boiling as they crossed the street towards me."
FROM *DON'T LOOK NOW* BY DAPHNE DU MAURIER: "The child struggled to her feet and stood before him, the pixie hood falling from her head on to the floor. He stared at her, incredulity turning to horror, to fear. It was not a child at all but a little thick-set woman dwarf, about three feet high, with a great square adult head too big for her body, grey locks hanging shoulder-length, and she wasn't sobbing any more, she was grinning at him, nodding her head up and down."