"Be quick, Kuno here I am in the dark wasting my time. "Be quick!" She called, her irritation returning. Then she touched the lighting apparatus, and the little room was plunged into darkness. Then I must deliver my lecture on 'Music during the Australian Period.' " She touched the isolation knob, so that no one else could speak to her. I do not expect anything important will happen for the next five minutes -for I can give you fully five minutes, Kuno. But when she listened into the receiver, her white face wrinkled into smiles, and she said: "Very well. She knew several thousand people in certain directions human intercourse had advanced enormously. Her voice was irritable, for she had been interrupted often since the music began.
The chair, like the music, was worked by machinery and it rolled her to the other side of the room where the bell still rang importunately. "I suppose I must see who it is", she thought, and set her chair in motion. The woman touched a switch and the music was silent. It is to her that the little room belongs. And in the armchair there sits a swaddled lump of flesh-a woman, about five feet high, with a face as white as a fungus. An armchair is in the centre, by its side a reading-desk-that is all the furniture. There are no musical instruments, and yet, at the moment that my meditation opens, this room is throbbing with melodious sounds. There are no apertures for ventilation, yet the air is fresh. It is lighted neither by window nor by lamp, yet it is filled with a soft radiance. I THE AIR-SHIP Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of a bee.
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