Volume 15, Number 3 · August 13, 1970
A Dream
By Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, Translated by Meyer Schapiro
It seemed to me that I was floating far above the earth, toward a transfigured old man whose appearance filled me with something higher than mere respect. Whenever I opened my eyes toward him, I was penetrated by an irresistible feeling of reverence and trust, and I was about to prostrate myself before him, when a voice of indescribable softness addressed me. 'You love to investigate nature,' he said, 'here is something that will interest you.' As he said this, he handed me a bluish-green sphere, somewhat gray in places, which he held between his index finger and thumb. It seemed to me about an inch in diameter. 'Take this mineral,' he continued, 'test it, and tell me what you have found. Behind you is everything that you need for such investigations, as complete as possible; I shall go off, and return when you are through.'
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