(外文电子版资料)Smith, Clark Ashton - The City of the Singing Flame.doc

(外文电子版资料)Smith, Clark Ashton - The City of the Singing Flame.doc

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The City of the Singing Flame Clark Ashton Smith Foreword When Giles Angarth disappeared, nearly two years ago, we had been friends for a decade or more, and I knew him as well as anyone could purport to know him. Yet the thing was no less a mystery to me than to others at the time, and until now, it has remained a mystery. Like the rest, I sometimes thought that he and Ebbonly had designed it all between them as a huge, insoluble hoax; that they were still alive, somewhere, and laughing at the world that was so sorely baffled by their disappearance. And, until I at last decided to visit Crater Ridge and find, if I could, the two boulders mentioned in Angarths narrative, no one had uncovered any trace of the missing men or heard even the faintest rumor concerning them. The whole affair, it seemed then, was likely to remain a most singular and exasperating riddle. Angarth, whose fame as a writer of fantastic fiction was already very considerable, had been spending that summer among the Sierras, and had been living alone until the artist, Felix Ebbonly, went to visit him. Ebbonly, whom I had never met, was well known for his imaginative paintings and drawings, and had illustrated more than one of Angarths novels. When neighboring campers became alarmed over the prolonged absence of the two men, and the cabin was searched for some possible clue, a package addressed to me was found lying on the table; and I received it in due course of time, after reading many newspaper speculations concerning the double vanishment. The package contained a small, leather-bound note-book, and Angarth had written on the fly-leaf: Dear Hastane, You can publish this journal sometime, if you like. People will think it the last and wildest of all my fictions -- unless they take it for one of your own. In either case, it will be just as well. Good-bye. Faithfully, GILES ANGARTH. Feeling that it would certainly meet with the reception he anticipated, and being unsure, myself, whether the

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