Άγιοι Επτά Παίδες εν Εφέσω
- attributed to Jacob of Serugh based on an earlier Greek source
- (Christian and Islamic legend, circa AD 400)
Car una dona ab cors gen
M’a fayt de prets un mandamen,
Qu’una faula tot prim li rim,
Sens cara rima e mot primtranslate
A lady of noble body
gave me a valuable commission
to rhyme for her a neat fable
without rich rhymes nor subtle words
Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since,—
In the year one thousand nine hundred and fifty my dearest friend, John Malcolm Weir, the greatest chemist of his day, had given me the sleeping draught: it should tie up the senses—life itself—for an indefinite period; and when the appointed years were over life might again be awakened.
He must have loved this Felice, and we may have brought him back to what is, for him, an empty world.
Well, her boss, Dr. X-10, is trying to bring a man to life who’s been dead fifty years!
Down in my lead-walled room I shall drink my special drug and fall into a coma which would on the surface of the earth last (at most) a few hours. But down there, shielded from all change, I shall never wake until I am again subjected to radiation.
Certainly. . . . the Great Brain is infallible. Who would want to act contrary to reason?
Take our own single city, for the rest of the world is about the same, if not worse, how many people are alive . . . er . . . really alive and awake? Just four hundred and thirty by the last count. And these few people must feed themselves andprovide electrical energy and control the dream records for more than one million sleepers!
“Yes. You called them cities,” she explained, “and that is essentially what this is. You had many thousands of people in each city, it is true—I suppose you could not afford many cities?—while we have a city for every inhabitant. But otherwise they are, I should imagine, much the same.”
We must make him young again—what a chance to try out the full cell-cycle!
My people now go into the long sleep. We do that out of terror of Taa, for when he roams the land in wrath no thing that can feel, see or hear can survive.Only in these catacombs is it possible to bear his thunders and live. We call it the Sleep of Ten Thousand Years, though no one knows how long the time really is.
He looked at the fantastic, beauteous sleeper, and his haggard face was terrible again with longing and despair and dread.
Past, present, future—all one. And we, moving along the dimension called time, intersect them. I can’t grasp it. But I can’t deny it. If only there were proof—
Of course! It has always been known that you would ‘appear’ sooner or later.
For a space of roughly ten ages we have been asleep, in a state of suspended animation, in that mighty mausoleum known as your Moon.
Thank you for awakening me and freeing me from my prison! Wait! I will not harm you! You are my friend! You will come with me!
“I wonder what killed it?” Hafton wondered curiously, cutting swiftly through the thick masses of mastodon meat.
Figuring backward brought him quickly to the equivalence he wanted: one second in ship time was two hours in Garrard time.
We were in suspended animation for two hundred years!
Step right up, folks! See the wonder of the century!
See this pill? I got it from a chemist-pal of mine who’s working on suspended animation!
You are right, Jason. This is big!! A beast-like human, frozen solid for who knows how many thousands of years . . . perhaps millions of years, and perfectly preserved!
I believe your giant was in some scientific vault from another age [. . .]
Gentlemen, our scientists don’t know why that creature is on our planet. But they do know if he were ever free of that glacier—he could meance our entire world!
But lots of things were crazier and some bigger, nd now they’re commonplace.
Maybe I’ll even be given rights to 6_G as a reward!
For though I do not know your real identity . . . I, Cleopatra, have lost my heart to you!
Isn’t it obvious? The war did happen. You never did go back with your warning.
The vanguard arrived, decked out in refrigeration suits, installed ten Worldchange units in either hemisphere, began setting up coldsleep bunkers in several of the larger caverns.
Il veicolo aveva bisogno di una messa a punto! Comunque, siamo sulla “strada” giusta! Tenetevi forte!translate
Keep your seat belts buckled at all times! In the unlikely event of a water landing, your seat cushion doubles as a flotation device.
Am I supposed to tell you a lot of diverting stories? Will I have to serve you six months out of the year, forevermore? Is there some precious object I’m obliged to bring you from the bottom of the sea? Maybe you have a riddle that I’m supposed to answer.
Look, you gotta be kidding. I wanna go back to sleep! If I don't get at least 600 years, I'm grouchy all day.
Stella: So you can see into the future? All these years you never told me. Think of all the trouble I might have avoided.
Akton: You would have tried to change the future, which is against the law.
We have run into an unusual situation, sir: There are people on board. Frozen.
Well, why didn’t ya just ask? The time machine is down the hall and to the left.
“Cora is on earth again in this twenty-first century,” Samuel said. “You must make sure she fulfills her true destiny in this life.”
Equally in the grip of dread and amazement, David Thorne began to awaken to a previously unthought-of truth, the ramifications of which were devastating and numberless.
Okay, that’s not the deal my great uncle made. Now, you’re allowed to sleep on Fantasy Island as long as you wish, but every five years, you have to spend at least 48 hours awake.
The smaller the flickers in our perception, the more details we notice and the longer time seems to last.