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All
of
his
books
were
burned
in
the
Great
Fire
.
That
’
s
thirty
years
ago
—
1975
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bigelow
wisely
.
"
One
of
those
!
"
"
Yes
,
one
of
those
,
Bigelow
.
He
and
Lovecraft
and
Hawthorne
and
Ambrose
Bierce
and
all
the
tales
of
terror
and
fantasy
and
horror
and
,
for
that
matter
,
tales
of
the
future
were
burned
.
Heartlessly
.
They
passed
a
law
.
Oh
,
it
started
very
small
.
In
1950
and
’
60
it
was
a
grain
of
sand
.
They
began
by
controlling
books
of
cartoons
and
then
detective
books
and
,
of
course
,
films
,
one
way
or
another
,
one
group
or
another
,
political
bias
,
religions
prejudice
,
union
pressures
;
there
was
always
a
minority
afraid
of
something
,
and
a
great
majority
afraid
of
the
dark
,
afraid
of
the
future
,
afraid
of
the
past
,
afraid
of
the
present
,
afraid
of
themselves
and
shadows
of
themselves
.
"
"
I
see
.
"
"
Afraid
of
the
word
«
politics
»
(
which
eventually
became
a
synonym
for
Communism
among
the
more
reactionary
elements
,
so
I
hear
,
and
it
was
worth
your
life
to
use
the
word
!
)
,
and
with
a
screw
tightened
here
,
a
bolt
fastened
there
,
a
push
,
a
pull
,
a
yank
,
art
and
literature
were
soon
like
a
great
twine
of
taffy
strung
about
,
being
twisted
in
braids
and
tied
in
knots
and
thrown
in
all
directions
,
until
there
was
no
more
resiliency
and
no
more
savor
to
it
.
Then
the
film
cameras
chopped
short
and
the
theaters
turned
dark
.
and
the
print
presses
trickled
down
from
a
great
Niagara
of
reading
matter
to
a
mere
innocuous
dripping
of
«
pure
»
material
.
Oh
,
the
word
«
escape
»
was
radical
,
too
,
I
tell
you
!
"
"
Was
it
?
"
"
It
was
!
Every
man
,
they
said
,
must
face
reality
.
Must
face
the
Here
and
Now
!
Everything
that
was
not
so
must
go
.
All
the
beautiful
literary
lies
and
flights
of
fancy
must
be
shot
in
mid
-
air
.
So
they
lined
them
up
against
a
library
wall
one
Sunday
morning
thirty
years
ago
,
in
1975
;
they
lined
them
up
,
St
.
Nicholas
and
the
Headless
Horseman
and
Snow
White
and
Rumpelstiltskin
and
Mother
Goose
—
oh
,
what
a
wailing
!
—
and
shot
them
down
,
and
burned
the
paper
castles
and
the
fairy
frogs
and
old
kings
and
the
people
who
lived
happily
ever
after
(
for
of
course
it
was
a
fact
that
nobody
lived
happily
ever
after
!
)
,
and
Once
Upon
A
Time
became
No
More
!
And
they
spread
the
ashes
of
the
Phantom
Rickshaw
with
the
rubble
of
the
Land
of
Oz
;
they
filleted
the
bones
of
Glinda
the
Good
and
Ozma
and
shattered
Polychrome
in
a
spectroscope
and
served
Jack
Pumpkinhead
with
meringue
at
the
Biologists
’
Ball
!
The
Beanstalk
died
in
a
bramble
of
red
tape
!
Sleeping
Beauty
awoke
at
the
kiss
of
a
scientist
and
expired
at
the
fatal
puncture
of
his
syringe
.
And
they
made
Alice
drink
something
from
a
bottle
which
reduced
her
to
a
size
where
she
could
no
longer
cry
«
Curiouser
and
curiouser
,
»
and
they
gave
the
Looking
Glass
one
hammer
blow
to
smash
it
and
every
Red
King
and
Oyster
away
!
"
He
clenched
his
fists
.
Lord
,
how
immediate
it
was
!
His
face
was
red
and
he
was
gasping
for
breath
.
As
for
Mr
.
Bigelow
,
he
was
astounded
at
this
long
explosion
.
He
blinked
and
at
last
said
,
"
Sorry
.
Don
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
talking
about
.
