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"
I
see
very
well
.
You
are
the
one
who
does
not
see
.
"
"
But
you
see
the
new
town
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
I
see
nothing
but
an
ocean
,
and
water
at
low
tide
.
"
"
Mister
,
that
water
’
s
been
evaporated
for
forty
centuries
.
"
"
Ah
,
now
,
now
,
that
is
enough
.
"
"
It
’
s
true
,
I
tell
you
.
"
The
Martian
grew
very
serious
.
"
Tell
me
again
.
You
do
not
see
the
city
the
way
I
describe
it
?
The
pillars
very
white
,
the
boats
very
slender
,
the
festival
lights
—
oh
,
I
see
them
clearly
!
And
listen
!
I
can
hear
them
singing
.
It
’
s
no
space
away
at
all
.
"
Tomas
listened
and
shook
his
head
.
"
No
.
"
"
And
I
,
on
the
other
hand
,
"
said
the
Martian
,
"
cannot
see
what
you
describe
.
Well
.
"
Again
.
they
were
cold
.
An
ice
was
in
their
flesh
.
