SOME OTHER WORLD
Alexander Graham Bell carried his
invention
with him wherever he went. And he
made a
grand point of stopping on the
boulevard every
so often to talk into it. His loud
words would
trail off in crowds, into served
meals getting
cold; his laugh would bray as he
carried on
with his monologue. He seemed
oblivious to
the glances around him as if he was
half mad,
in contact with some other world.
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