Baron Sebastian von Trump
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 8 Aug
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But this privilege is only accorded, as I have said, under certain conditions, hence to shut off inquisitive glances each Micahenki is allowed to carry a black fan with which to cover the heart shaped opening above described, and in this way conceal his or her feelings to a degree.
I say to a degree, for I may as well tell you right here, that falsehood is unknown, or more correctly stated, impossible in the land of the transparent folk as
For the reason that so wondrously clear, limpid and crystal like are their eyes, the slightest attempt to say one thing while they are thinking another roils and clouds them, as if a drop of milk had fallen into a glass of the purest water.
As I sat gazing at this strange little being seated on the bench there beside me, I recalled a conversation which I had had with a learned Russian at Slovichotsk, said he, speaking of his people, we are all born with light hair, brilliant eyes and pale faces, for we have sprung up under the snow.
And I thought to myself how delighted, how entranced he would have been to look upon this curious being born not under the snow, but far under the surface of the earth, where in these vast chambers of this world within a world, this strange folk had, like plants grown in a dark deep cellar, gradually parted with all their colouring, until their eyes glowed like orbs of pure crystal, until their bones had been bleached to amber.
of amber clearness and their blood coursed colourless through colourless veins.
While sitting there following out this train of thought, the clear white light suddenly began to flicker and to play fantastic tricks upon the walls by dancing in garbs of ever changing hues, now brightest yellow, now palest green, now glorious purple, now deepest crimson.
Ah, little baron, exclaimed Master Coldso, that was an uncommonly short day.
Rise, please.
I made haste to obey, whereupon he touched a spring, and the bench opened in the centre disclosing two very comfortable beds.
In a few moments night will be upon us.
Continued the Mikamenki, but thou seeest that we have not been taken by surprise.
I should explain to thee, little baron, that owing to the capricious manner in which our river of light is apt both to begin and to cease flowing, we are never able to tell how long a day or a night will prove to be.
This is what we call twilight.
In thy world, I suppose day.
Goes out with a terrible bang.
For our wise men tell us that nothing can be done in the upper world without making a noise, that your people really love noise, and that the man who makes the greatest noise is considered the greatest man.
Owing to the fact, little Baron, that no one in Goggland can tell how long the day will last, or how long it may be necessary to sleep.
Our laws permit no one to set any exact time when a thing shall be done, or to exact any promise to do this or that on a certain day, for bless thy soul that day may not be ten minutes long.
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