Things are exactly what they seem? Life is real? Life is earnest? Well, that depends.
of orange light was slowly swelling. Herman watched it without much interest.
Hairy broke out into a torrent of cursing. "I this and that in the milk of your this!" he said. "I this, that and the other in the this of your that. Your sister! Your cousin! Your grandmother's uncle!"
Four-eyes listened with awed approval. "Them was good books, hah?" he asked happily.
"Better than those scratchings in the caves," Hairy said.
"Something to think about till they haul us out again. Well," said Four-eyes philosophically, "here we are."
* * * * *
The orange spot had enlarged into the semblance of a lighted room, rather like a stage setting. Inside were two enormous Persons, one sitting, one standing. Otherwise, and except for three upholstered chairs, the room was bare. No--as they swooped down toward it, Herman blinked and looked again. A leather couch had appeared against the far wall.
At the last moment, there was a flicker of motion off to Herman's left. Something th
An entertaining and interesting story right up until the end - at which point the author seems to have lost all ability to be creative and find any sort of sensible landing point.
An amusing story. One evening all the rocks and minerals in the Earth disappear, and it's up to a New York psychoanalyst to restore the memory of the entity responsible for remembering that the Earth has earth. It's actually a little more complicated than that, and the frustrations of Herman Raye are funny throughout the story.
I liked it.