This simian world . to the east where youhear those sad sounds: that low mooing as ofinnumerable herds, waiting slaughter. Beyondlie the silent aquariums and the crates of freshmice. (They raise mice instead of hens in the-24- This Simian World country, in Super-cat Land.) To the west is abeautiful but weirdly bacchanalian park, withlong groves of catnip, where young super-catshave their fling, and where a few crazed catnipaddicts live on till they die, unable to break offtheir strangely undignified orgies. And herewhere you stand is the sumptuous residencedistrict. Houses with spacious ground
This simian world . to the east where youhear those sad sounds: that low mooing as ofinnumerable herds, waiting slaughter. Beyondlie the silent aquariums and the crates of freshmice. (They raise mice instead of hens in the-24- This Simian World country, in Super-cat Land.) To the west is abeautiful but weirdly bacchanalian park, withlong groves of catnip, where young super-catshave their fling, and where a few crazed catnipaddicts live on till they die, unable to break offtheir strangely undignified orgies. And herewhere you stand is the sumptuous residencedistrict. Houses with spacious grounds every-where: no densely-packed buildings. The streets A^X2^. have been swept up—or lapped up—untilthey are spotless. Nota scrap of paper is ly-ing around anywhere:no rubbish, no of the pavementsare left bare, as oursare, and those feware polished: the resthave deep soft velvetcarpets. No footfallsare heard. There are no lights in these streets, thoughthese people are abroad much at night. All you-25-. ^, This Simian World see are stars overhead and the glowing eyes ofcat ladies, of lithe silken ladies who pass you,or of stiff-whiskered men. Beware of those menand the gleam of their split-pupiled stare. Theyare haughty, punctilious, inflammable: self-absorbed too, however. They will probably noteven notice you; but if they do, you are take offense in a flash, abhor strangers,despise hospitality, and would think nothing ofkilling you or me on their way home to one of them. Enter this house. Ahwhat splendor! No servants, though a few abjectmonkeys wait at the back-doors, and submissivelyrun little errands. But of course they are neverlet inside: they would seem out of place. Gor-geous couches, rich colors, silken walls, anoriental magnificence. In here is the wait: what is this in the corner? A largetriumphal statue—of a cat overcoming a look at this dining-room, its exquisite ap-pointments, its daintiness:
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