The Museum of Literary Souls (A Short Story)
“Berger subsisted largely on newspapers and magazines of an improving nature. He had almost convinced himself that what he had seen on the tracks employed by the locomotives of the London and South Western Railway was a psychological anomaly, some form of delayed reaction to the grief he had experienced at his mother’s death. He noticed that he was the object of peculiar looks, both poorly concealed and unashamedly open, as he went about his business in the town, but that was to be expected. He did hope that the town’s memory of the unproductive police search might fade eventually.
He had no desire to be elevated to the role of local eccentric.
But as time wore on, something odd happened. It is usually in the manner of experiences such as Mr. Berger’s that, as distance grows from the event in question, so too the memory of it becomes foggier. Mr. Berger should, if the ordinary rules of behavior were being obeyed, have become ever more certain of the psychologically troubling nature of ...his encounter with the young woman reminiscent of Anna Karenina.MoreLess
He had no desire to be elevated to the role of local eccentric.
But as time wore on, something odd happened. It is usually in the manner of experiences such as Mr. Berger’s that, as distance grows from the event in question, so too the memory of it becomes foggier. Mr. Berger should, if the ordinary rules of behavior were being obeyed, have become ever more certain of the psychologically troubling nature of ...his encounter with the young woman reminiscent of Anna Karenina.MoreLess
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