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Title: Pygmalion's Spectacles
Author: Stanley G. Weinbaum
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Pygmalion's Spectacles
by

Stanley G. Weinbaum

"But what is reality?" asked the gnomelike man. He gestured at the tall banks of buildings that loomed
around Central Park, with their countless windows glowing like the cave fires of a city of Cro-Magnon
people. "All is dream, all is illusion; I am your vision as you are mine."

Dan Burke, struggling for clarity of thought through the fumes of liquor, stared without comprehension at
the tiny figure of his companion. He began to regret the impulse that had driven him to leave the party to
seek fresh air in the park, and to fall by chance into the company of this diminutive old madman. But he
had needed escape; this was one party too many, and not even the presence of Claire with her trim
ankles could hold him there. He felt an angry desire to go homeтАФтАФnot to his hotel, but home to
Chicago and to the comparative peace of the Board of Trade. But he was leaving tomorrow anyway.

"You drink," said the elfin, bearded face, "to make real a dream. Is it not so? Either to dream that what
you seek is yours, or else to dream that what you hate is conquered. You drink to escape reality, and the