
SciFi Friday — The Diamond Lens by Fitz-James O’Brien (1858) — Part 6
I arose the next morning almost at daybreak, and rushed to my microscope, I trembled as I sought the luminous world in miniature that contained my all. Animula was there. I had left the gas-lamp, surrounded by its moderators, burning when I went to bed







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heraclitus
Posted at 18:16h, 19 Aprilbellezze fumose ed evanescenti…
Shelidon
Posted at 21:10h, 19 AprilQuesta un po’ più “sfatta” delle altre.