Fred (host, reader)

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Undertow: Familiar Haunts · The Green Book, Part 1 · 10 Jul 2026 podcast

I have the dances and the comedy and I've done the comedy sometimes when the others were looking, but they didn't understand anything about it.

I was very little when I first knew about these things.

When I was very small and mother was alive, I can remember remembering things before that, only I just got all confused.

But I remember when I was five or six, I heard them talking about me when they thought I was not noticing.

They were saying how strange I was a year or two before, and how nurse had called my mother to come and listen to me talking all to myself, and I was saying words that nobody could understand.

I was speaking the zoo language, but I only remember a very few of the words.

As it was about the little white faces that used to look at me while I was lying in the cradle.

They used to talk to me, and I learned their language and talked to them in it about some great white faces.

great place where they lived, where the trees and the grasses were all white, and there were white hills as high up as the moon and a and a cold wind,

I have often dreamed of it afterwards.

But the faces went away when I was very little.

But a wonderful thing happened when I was about five.

My nurse was carrying me on her shoulder.

There was a field of yellow corn, and we went through it.

It was very hot.

Then we came to a path through the wood, and a tall man came after us, and went with us till we came to a place where there was a deep pool, and it was very dark and shady.

Nurse put me down on the soft moss under a tree, and she said, She can't go to the pond now.

So they left me there, and I sat quite still and watched, and out of the water and out of the wood came two wonderful white people, and they began to play and dance and sing.

They were a kind of creamy white, like the old ivory figure in the drawing room.

One was a beautiful lady with kind, dark eyes, and a grave face, and long black hair, and she smiled such a strange, sad smile at the other who laughed and came to her.

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