This is what I wrote:
"I, the undersigned, am in my private room in the house of Proctor, the
astronomer, province of ----, planet Mars. It is about the middle of the
night, precise date unknown. I am wide awake, in my usual health, appetite
good, heart a little fluttering but temperature and pulse normal. I have
been awakened from sleep by strains of distant music, which mingled with
my dreams but refused to be silenced when the rest of the dreams melted
away. Now, while I am writing, the delicious melody fills my ears. I never
before heard so sweet a voice, unless, indeed, I have heard the same voice
before. In regard to this I can form no present opinion. I must take
another time to consider it. Now I cannot think, I am so engrossed in
listening to the singer's entrancing notes. The song is so full of light
and cheer and sends such beautiful thoughts trooping through my brain that
I wish it may go on forever."
I signed my name to this with a firm hand, and then, as I leaned back in
my chair to close my eyes and drink in more deeply still this rare
enjoyment, darkness seemed to fall suddenly upon my spirit.
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