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The Unobstructed Universe - S E White

The Unobstructed Universe - S E White

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 A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBookTitle:
The Unobstructed Universe
(1940)Author: Stewart Edward WhiteeBook No.: 0301131.txtEdition: 1Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: Latin-1(ISO-8859-1)--8 bitDate first posted: August 2003Date most recently updated: August 2003Project Gutenberg of Australia eBooks are created from printed editionswhich are in the public domain in Australia, unless a copyright noticeis included. We do NOT keep any eBooks in compliance with a particularpaper edition.Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check thecopyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing thisor any other Project Gutenberg file.To contact Project Gutenberg of Australia go to http://gutenberg.net.auFurther information on contacting Project Gutenberg, the"legal small print" and other information about this eBook may be foundat the end of this file.** Welcome To The World of Free Plain Vanilla Electronic Books **** eBooks Readable By Both Humans and By Computers, Since 1971 ******* These eBooks Are Prepared By Thousands of Volunteers! *****-----------------------------------------------------------------A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBookTitle: The Unobstructed Universe (1940)Author: Stewart Edward WhiteCONTENTSPART IChap. 1. TWO CHINESE BOXESChap. 2. AGAIN I BEAR WITNESSChap. 3. ONLY ONE CHINESE BOXChap. 4. "THIS IS YOUR HERITAGE"Chap. 5. THE CIVIL ENGINEER AND THE BLUE SLIPPERSChap. 6. WE SET OUTChap. 7. ONLY ONE UNIVERSEChap. 8. WE WORKED OVERTIMEChap. 9. WE MAKE THE GLOSSARYPART IIChap. 10. CONSCIOUSNESS, THE ONLY REALITYChap. 11. FOUNDATION STONESChap. 12. ORTHOS AND THE ESSENCES
Chap. 13 TIMEChap. 14. SPACEChap. 15. MOTIONChap. 16. FREQUENCYChap. 17. CONDUCTIVITYChap. 18. RECEPTIVITYChap. 19. ANNE SUMS UPPART IIIChap. 20. MATTER--ARRESTMENTChap. 21. PARALLELISM OF LAWChap. 22. INTENT, EVENT AND EGG-WOMANChap. 23. BETTY'S WORLD: ITS FLUIDITYChap. 24. BETTY'S WORLD: ITS SOLIDITYChap. 25. THE HOMELY NECESSITIESChap. 26. HOW BETTY HANDLES SPACEChap. 27. THOUGHTS ARE THINGSChap. 28. DO YOUR JOB!Chap. 29. THE CONTINUITY OF EXISTENCEChap. 30. IMPLICATIONSPART IVChap. 31. WHAT IT ALL MEANT TO DARBYChap. 32. THEY SHALL BE COMFORTEDGLOSSARYAPPENDICESPART ICHAPTER ITHE TWO CHINESE BOXESONE Thursday evening Joan returned from a trip to the city very muchvexed with herself. I was visiting Darby and her over a long weekend, andso was present to hear her plaint."I hate to be a fool," was its gist, "and I hate doing silly things; andI like to plan things out and then do them; and I am a careful shopper,and I hate to buy things I don't want--""Tell us about it," Darby and I urged."Listen," said she. "I went to town this morning with a careful list oferrands to do. The first one was at a shop over on Fifth Avenue; and toget there you take an Avenue bus from the Hudson Tube, near the PennStation--right to the door.""Well?" said we."I found myself on a CROSS-TOWN BUS," wailed Joan disgustedly. "I alwaystake the Avenue bus--NEVER the cross-town. Yet there I was! And theydon't even leave the station from the same place. And that isn't thewhole of it!""Go, ahead," we encouraged.
 "I went to the end of the cross-town line--I thought I might aswell--prepared to walk the five blocks to my shop. At the end of the linethere's a big department store--I almost NEVER shop there. I hadn't beenthere for years. But I thought I'd walk through it to the Avenue insteadof going around by the side street. I'd hardly got inside when I caughtsight of a red box being trundled off on a floor truck along with a loadof other stuff. No reason why I should be interested in red boxes, but Ijust HAD to chase after that one. And was I disappointed when the truckgot away from me down an elevator! I even hunted up a floorman and shot avolley of questions at him. He told me the box must have been one of theChinese chests they had been having a special sale on; and he directed meto what they had left. They were good-sized camphorwood chests, coveredwith pigskin and painted with various designs and colors. I went andbought one," said Joan bitterly."Weren't they attractive?" I asked, puzzled by the bitterness."They were most attractive," she admitted. "But I have camphorwoodchests. And"--her voice rose in emphasis--"in all this house there's nota place where I could put another camphorwood chest--or any other pieceof furniture for that matter--without everybody's falling over it everytime he went from here to there. I have about as much use for acamphorwood chest as Tabs has for two tails!" Tabs being the family cat.Darby and I shouted."That isn't the worst," said Joan.We became quiet, in expectation."You see," said Joan, who was now beginning to enjoy her own narration,"none of the chests was red. The one I bought was yellow. And that redcolor--the color of the first one I saw, on the truck--somehow I couldn'tget that particular shade of red out of my mind. No, said the salesman,the merchandise on the truck was all sold goods. No, there were no morered ones. You'd think that would have satisfied me, wouldn't you? Not atall. I insisted they must have a reserve; I insisted on seeing thedepartment manager; and finally I elicited that there WAS a reserve, butI couldn't see it. Just the same, I kept at them, and I DID see it--theymust have thought me crazy! And there was a red one. And I bought that! Ibought two of the dratted things! Now I ask you! And tomorrow they'll beout here in Orange Center cluttering up everything! Well, they'll go backbright and early Monday morning, I can tell you that I can't IMAGINE whatgot into me!"Neither could we--not until the third evening. Nor will you--not untilthe third chapter.CHAPTER IIAGAIN I BEAR WITNESS1.ABOUT six months before Joan bought her two unwanted Chinese boxes in NewYork--at eight o'clock, on the fifth of April, 1939, in a little foothilltown of California, my wife Betty died. And immediately I had gone out ofthe house to face the overhanging mountains and my own emotional and

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