Nový příběh je "Pálení žáhy" Hortense Calisher . Můžete si je přečíst na adrese UNZ.org . Zde je začátek příběhu:
The light, gritty wind of a spring morning blew in on the doctor's shining, cleared desk, and on the tall buttonhook of a man who leaned agitatedly toward him.
"I have some kind of small animal lodged in my chest," said the man. He coughed, a slight, hollow apologia to his ailment, and sank back in his chair.
"Animal?" said the doctor, after a pause which had the unfortunate quality of comment. His voice, however, was practiced, deft, colored only with the careful suspension of judgment.
"Probably a form of newt or toad," answered the man, speaking with clipped distaste, as if he would disassociate himself from the idea as far as possible. "Of course, you don't believe me."
Muž řekne lékaři, jak získal od mladého školáka:
"'I'll never get rid of it now!' he wailed. From then on it wasn't hard to get the whole maudlin story. It seems that shortly after Hallowell's arrival at school he acquired a reputation for unusual proficiency with animals and with out-of-the-way lore which would impress the ingenuous. He circulated the rumor that he could swallow small animals and regurgitate them at will. No one actually saw him swallow anything, but it seems that in some mumbo-jumbo with another boy who had shown cynicism about the whole thing, it was claimed that Hallowell had, well, divested himself of something, and passed it on to the other boy, with the statement that the latter would only be able to get rid of his cargo when he it turn found a boy who would disbelieve him."
Blíží se konec příběhu, a newt změní hostitele znovu:
"O.K., O.K. . . !" he shouted suddenly, slapping his hand down on the desk and thrusting his chin forward. "Have it your way then! I don't believe you!"
Rigid, the man looked back at him cataleptically, seeming, for a moment, all eye. Then, his mouth stretching in that medieval grimace, risorial and equivocal, whose mask appears sometimes on one side of the stage, sometimes on the other, he fell forward on the desk, with a long, mewing sigh.
Before the doctor could reach him, he had raised himself on his arms and their foreheads touched. They recoiled, staring downward. Between them on the desk, as if one of its mahogany shadows had become animate, something seemed to move–small, seal-colored, and ambiguous. For a moment it filmed back and forth, arching in a crude, primordial inquiry; then homing straight for the doctor, whose jaw hung down in a rictus of shock, it disappeared from view.
Nevím druhý příběh. Jen v případě, že byly dva příběhy skutečně ve stejné antologii, uvádíme některé antologie, ve kterých se objevil "Pálení žáhy":
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Nejlepší příběhy o hrůze , kterou vydal John Keir Cross
Najednou , kterou vydali Marvin Allen Karp a Irving Settel
Studené objetí , editováno Alexem Hamiltonem
Fantasy: Shapes of Things Unknown , editoval Edmund J. Farrell , Thomas E. Gage, John Pfordresher a Raymond J. Rodrigues
Devět podivných příběhů , editováno Betty M. Owen
65 Velkých příběhů hrůzy , editované Mary Danby
Haunting Women , editoval Alan Ryan
Noční stíny: příběhy Twentieth Century o tajemství , upravené Joan Kessler