“Tonight was one of those motionless hot summer nights. The concrete pier empty, the strung red, white, yellow bulbs burning like insects in the air above the wooden emptiness. The managers of the various carnival pitches stood, like melting wax dummies, eyes staring blindly, not talking, all down the line.”—American science fiction/fantasy fiction writer and screenwriter Ray Bradbury (1920-2012), “The Dwarf,” in The October Country (1955)
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