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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Eight the crying of the puma. Montgomery interrupted my tangle
of mystification and suspicion about one o'clock, and his grotesque
attintant followed him with a tray bearing bread, some herbs,
and other eatables, a flask of whisky, a jug of water,
and three glasses and knives. I glanced askance at this
(00:25):
strange creature, and found him watching me with his queer,
restless eyes. Montgomery said he would lunch with me, but
that Moreau was too preoccupied with some work to come.
Moreau said, I I know that name the devil, you do,
(00:46):
said he? What an ath I was to mention it
to you? I might have thought, anyhow, it will give
you an inkling of our myth to wreathe with GI
no thanks. I'm an abstainer I with I had been,
(01:07):
But it's no use locking the door after the steed
hath stolen. It was that infernal stuff which led to
my coming here, that and a foggy night. I thought
myself in luck at the time when Moreau offered to
get me off. It's queer, Montgomery said, I Suddenly, as
(01:30):
the outer door closed, Why has your man pointed ears? Damn?
He said, over his first mouthful of food. He stared
at me for a moment, and then repeated pointed earth,
little points to them, said I, as calmly as possible,
(01:52):
with a catch in my breath and a fine black
fur at the edges. He helped himself to whiskey and
water with great deliberation. I was under the impression that
his hair covered his earth. I saw them as he
(02:12):
stooped by me to put that coffee assent to me
on the table, and his eyes shine in the dark.
By this time Montgomery had recovered from the surprise of
my question. I always thought, he said, deliberately, with a
certain accentuation of his flavoring of lisp, that there was
(02:35):
something the matter with the earth from the way he
covered them. What were they like? I was persuaded from
his manner that this ignorance was a pretense. Still, I
could hardly tell the man that I thought him a liar, pointed,
I said, rather small and furry, distinctly furry. But the
(03:00):
whole man is one of the strangest beings I ever
set eyes on. A sharp, hoarse cry of animal pain
came from the enclosure behind us. Its depth and volume
testified to the puma. I saw Montgomery WinCE. Yes, he said,
(03:20):
where did you pick up the creature? Than Francisco Heath
an ugly brute, I admit, half witted, you know, can't
remember where he came from. But I'm youth to him,
you know, we both are. How does he strike you?
He's unnatural, I said, there's something about him. Don't think
(03:44):
me fanciful, but it gives me a nasty little sensation,
a tightening of my muscles when he comes near me.
It's a touch of the diabolical. In fact, Montgomery had
stopped eating while I told him this rum. He said,
(04:06):
I can't see it. He resumed his meal. I had
no idea of it, he said, and masticated. The crew
of the schooner must have felt it. The fame made
a dead fete at the poor devil, you saw the captain.
Suddenly the puma howled again, this time more painfully. Montgomery
(04:29):
swore under his breath, I had half a mind to
attack him. About the men on the beach, and the
poor brute within gave vent to a series of short,
sharp cries. Your men on the beach, said I what
race are they? Excellent fellows? Tha'n't they said, He absent
(04:51):
mindedly knitting his brows as the animal yelled out sharply.
I said, no more was another outcry, worse than the former.
He looked at me with his dull gray eyes, and
then took some more whiskey. He tried to draw me
into a discussion about alcohol, professing to have saved my
(05:14):
life with it. He seemed anxious to lay stress on
the fact that I owed my life to him. I
answered him distractedly. Presently our meal came to an end.
The misshapen monster, with the point of years, cleared the
remains away, and Montgomery left me alone in the room again.
(05:35):
All the time he had been in a state of
ill concealed irritation at the noise of the vivisected puma.
He had spoken of his odd want of nerve, and
left me to the obvious application. I found myself that
the cries were singularly irritating, and it grew in depth
and intensity as the afternoon wore on. They were pained
(06:00):
meaningful at first, but their constant resurgence at last altogether
upset my balance. I flung aside a crib of horrors
I had been reading, and began to clinch my fists,
to bite my lips, and to pace the room. Presently
I got to stopping my ears with my fingers. The
(06:23):
emotional appeal of those yells grew upon me steadily, grew
at last to such an exquisite expression of suffering that
I could stand it in that confined room no longer.
I stepped out of the door into the slumberous heat
of the late afternoon, and walking past the main entrance,
locked again, I noticed turned the corner of the wall,
(06:48):
the crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was
as if all the pain in the world had found
a voice. Yet, had I known such pain was in
the next room, and had it been dumb, I believe
I have thought, since I could have stood it well enough.
(07:10):
It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our
nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. But in
spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of
the trees waving in the soothing sea breeze, the world
was a confusion, blurred with drifting black and red phantasms.
(07:32):
Until I was out of earshot of the house, in
the checkered wall
Eight the crying of the puma. Montgomery interrupted my tangle
of mystification and suspicion about one o'clock, and his grotesque
attintant followed him with a tray bearing bread, some herbs,
and other eatables, a flask of whisky, a jug of water,
and three glasses and knives. I glanced askance at this
(00:25):
strange creature, and found him watching me with his queer,
restless eyes. Montgomery said he would lunch with me, but
that Moreau was too preoccupied with some work to come.
Moreau said, I I know that name the devil, you do,
(00:46):
said he? What an ath I was to mention it
to you? I might have thought, anyhow, it will give
you an inkling of our myth to wreathe with GI
no thanks. I'm an abstainer I with I had been,
(01:07):
But it's no use locking the door after the steed
hath stolen. It was that infernal stuff which led to
my coming here, that and a foggy night. I thought
myself in luck at the time when Moreau offered to
get me off. It's queer, Montgomery said, I Suddenly, as
(01:30):
the outer door closed, Why has your man pointed ears? Damn?
He said, over his first mouthful of food. He stared
at me for a moment, and then repeated pointed earth,
little points to them, said I, as calmly as possible,
(01:52):
with a catch in my breath and a fine black
fur at the edges. He helped himself to whiskey and
water with great deliberation. I was under the impression that
his hair covered his earth. I saw them as he
(02:12):
stooped by me to put that coffee assent to me
on the table, and his eyes shine in the dark.
By this time Montgomery had recovered from the surprise of
my question. I always thought, he said, deliberately, with a
certain accentuation of his flavoring of lisp, that there was
(02:35):
something the matter with the earth from the way he
covered them. What were they like? I was persuaded from
his manner that this ignorance was a pretense. Still, I
could hardly tell the man that I thought him a liar, pointed,
I said, rather small and furry, distinctly furry. But the
(03:00):
whole man is one of the strangest beings I ever
set eyes on. A sharp, hoarse cry of animal pain
came from the enclosure behind us. Its depth and volume
testified to the puma. I saw Montgomery WinCE. Yes, he said,
(03:20):
where did you pick up the creature? Than Francisco Heath
an ugly brute, I admit, half witted, you know, can't
remember where he came from. But I'm youth to him,
you know, we both are. How does he strike you?
He's unnatural, I said, there's something about him. Don't think
(03:44):
me fanciful, but it gives me a nasty little sensation,
a tightening of my muscles when he comes near me.
It's a touch of the diabolical. In fact, Montgomery had
stopped eating while I told him this rum. He said,
(04:06):
I can't see it. He resumed his meal. I had
no idea of it, he said, and masticated. The crew
of the schooner must have felt it. The fame made
a dead fete at the poor devil, you saw the captain.
Suddenly the puma howled again, this time more painfully. Montgomery
(04:29):
swore under his breath, I had half a mind to
attack him. About the men on the beach, and the
poor brute within gave vent to a series of short,
sharp cries. Your men on the beach, said I what
race are they? Excellent fellows? Tha'n't they said, He absent
(04:51):
mindedly knitting his brows as the animal yelled out sharply.
I said, no more was another outcry, worse than the former.
He looked at me with his dull gray eyes, and
then took some more whiskey. He tried to draw me
into a discussion about alcohol, professing to have saved my
(05:14):
life with it. He seemed anxious to lay stress on
the fact that I owed my life to him. I
answered him distractedly. Presently our meal came to an end.
The misshapen monster, with the point of years, cleared the
remains away, and Montgomery left me alone in the room again.
(05:35):
All the time he had been in a state of
ill concealed irritation at the noise of the vivisected puma.
He had spoken of his odd want of nerve, and
left me to the obvious application. I found myself that
the cries were singularly irritating, and it grew in depth
and intensity as the afternoon wore on. They were pained
(06:00):
meaningful at first, but their constant resurgence at last altogether
upset my balance. I flung aside a crib of horrors
I had been reading, and began to clinch my fists,
to bite my lips, and to pace the room. Presently
I got to stopping my ears with my fingers. The
(06:23):
emotional appeal of those yells grew upon me steadily, grew
at last to such an exquisite expression of suffering that
I could stand it in that confined room no longer.
I stepped out of the door into the slumberous heat
of the late afternoon, and walking past the main entrance,
locked again, I noticed turned the corner of the wall,
(06:48):
the crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was
as if all the pain in the world had found
a voice. Yet, had I known such pain was in
the next room, and had it been dumb, I believe
I have thought, since I could have stood it well enough.
(07:10):
It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our
nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. But in
spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of
the trees waving in the soothing sea breeze, the world
was a confusion, blurred with drifting black and red phantasms.
(07:32):
Until I was out of earshot of the house, in
the checkered wall
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