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"
Yes
.
If
hallucinations
can
appear
this
«
real
»
to
us
,
to
anyone
,
if
hallucinations
are
catching
and
almost
believable
,
it
’
s
no
wonder
they
mistook
us
for
psychotics
.
If
that
man
can
produce
little
blue
fire
women
and
that
woman
there
melt
into
a
pillar
,
how
natural
if
normal
Martians
think
we
produce
our
rocket
ship
with
our
minds
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
his
men
in
the
shadows
.
Around
them
,
in
the
vast
hall
,
flames
leaped
blue
,
flared
,
evaporated
.
Little
demons
of
red
sand
ran
between
the
teeth
of
sleeping
men
.
Women
became
oily
snakes
.
There
was
a
smell
of
reptiles
and
animals
.
In
the
morning
everyone
stood
around
looking
fresh
,
happy
,
and
normal
.
There
were
no
flames
or
demons
in
the
room
.
The
captain
and
his
men
waited
by
the
silver
door
,
hoping
it
would
open
.
Mr
.
Xxx
arrived
after
about
four
hours
.
They
had
a
suspicion
that
he
had
waited
outside
the
door
,
peering
in
at
them
for
at
least
three
hours
before
he
stepped
in
,
beckoned
,
and
led
them
to
his
small
office
.
He
was
a
jovial
,
smiling
man
,
if
one
could
believe
the
mask
he
wore
,
for
upon
it
was
painted
not
one
smile
,
but
three
.
Behind
it
,
his
voice
was
the
voice
of
a
not
so
smiling
psychologist
.
"
What
seems
to
be
the
trouble
?
"
"
You
think
we
’
re
insane
,
and
we
’
re
not
,
"
said
the
captain
.
"
Contrarily
,
I
do
not
think
all
of
you
are
insane
.
"
The
psychologist
pointed
a
little
wand
at
the
captain
.
"
No
.
Just
you
,
sir
.
The
others
are
secondary
hallucinations
.
"
The
captain
slapped
his
knee
,
"
So
that
’
s
it
!
That
’
s
why
Mr
.
Iii
laughed
when
I
suggested
my
men
sign
the
papers
too
!
"
