Digital heart book

The voice
ceased, and in a moment the last sweet echoes had died away.
I crept into bed as speedily as possible, to try to forget my sadness in
sleep. But oblivion would not be forced, and so I took what comfort I
could in thinking of that interrupted song, and in trying to feel over
again in memory that pleasure which my fleshly ears no longer gave me. I
could still recognize a distinct tinge of familiarity in the notes, but
when I came to the question of locating the singer I was utterly without a
clew. I knew well enough that there was no earthly voice which could enter
into the comparison, and so I need waste no time in going over that part
of my life. But I had heard no singing of any kind in Mars before this
night. How was it possible that I could have experienced that delightful
sensation before and not be able to fix the place or time? It was a
puzzling question, but I refused to give it up I knew the song, and the
memory of it warmed my heart with each recurring flash, but the singer I
did not know.


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