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I Hope I shall Arrive Soon, by Phillip K. Dick. A frozen astronaut on a long-haul mission has gone crazy and mission control are hoping to cure him by the end of the trip.
The Lottery, by Shirley Jackson. I seen some strange things in my time, Mordechai. Mighty strange things.
The Lottery of Babylon, by Borges.
The Swimmer, by John Cheever. Suburban WASP swimming in a pool owned by neighbors decides on a lark to swim in every pool between there and his own house. The trip takes him through the dark side of the good life. It was made into a serviceable movie starring Burt Lancaster.
Stephen Vincent Benet wrote a short story about the the Roman Legions pulling out of Britain, but I can't remember the name of it.
Edgar Allen Poe's "The Devil in the Belfry" is superficially a horror story but is really a funny satire on the Dutch.
Maybe one of you can help me on this one whose author and title I don't know:
A reporter interviews a retired spy staying at a hotel. Spy doesn't have any exciting stories, unfortunately. Presently there's a knock on the door. It's a gunman, who means the spy harm. Before he can do so, there's another knock on the door. Gunman says it's the police and demands to be hid. Spy recommends the balcony, and gunman exits. Knock repeats, spy answers. It's room service, spy offers reporter a drink. Reporter asks what about the gunman on the balcony? Spy says don't worry; there is no balcony. |
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