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 bling, falling, plunging forward—ever forward  and, by some unfathomed miracle, the vision of a road sign which read in the bright moonlight: "You are Now Entering the City of Merlin. Go slow."

I woke up the filling-station keeper. He didn't seem very surprized to see me. His jaundiced grin swept me once; then, not waiting to hear my gasping explanations, he led me to a room—the room I am writing this letter in

It's no use trying to sleep. Sleep takes me back there The eye of the cyclops the bleeding head  the ribald wink

If all these things are but the figments of a diseased mentality then I suppose I should be put away Maybe they didn't happen Maybe I'm crazy

I see dawn breaking over the hills. As soon as it gets a bit lighter I'm going to post this letter via the first bus.

Then I'm going to get in my car and drive like mad out of this accursed country! Faithfully yours,

following newspaper clipping was included by Mr. Abiathar Hall with the manuscript of Mr. Darnley's letter: