The monster lives alone in a cave with a very lofty
ceiling. At the very top is a tiny hole that opens up to
the outside air. This is a good idea for any dwelling, as
exemplified by the teepee. Wood smoke, cooking smells, and
steam can all exit the cave through this hole. Plus, the
virtue of moving air keeps the cave cool and fresh and sets
it apart from dank or musty caverns one might encounter
elsewhere. The loftiness of the ceiling creates the sense
that one is entering a grand cathedral, a solemn and awful
room in which great and terrible things might happen. I am
not sure which of these criteria was chief in the selection
of the cave as home for the monster. But one should also
know that the shape and size of the cave accounts for one
more thing: tremendous acoustics. Sounds reverberate off
the rocky walls creating haunting, stunning impressions,
and the tunes that build from within ricochet and propel
one another in every direction, sometime even out of the
hole at the very top. Those creatures fortunate enough to
attend to the hole at the top of the hill covering
monster's cave are treated to a feast: the smells of
delicious stews and casseroles, and the sounds of the
monster's after-dinner playing.
As I said, the monster lives alone. Some have
suggested that this was not always so, but that once he
lived with a wife whom he loved with all his heart. This
wife, as it is sometimes whispered, died long ago of a
peculiar type of illness, one not at all common in our
country, and one that has a very peculiar cure. Allow me
to explain.
We have all at one time felt the impact of sound
waves. The lower frequencies, due to the huge arc of their
waves, displace a great deal of air, and thus are felt much
more often than the higher ones. Perhaps you've felt the
booming vibrations of a drum or a bass guitar at big rock
show. This is precisely it. Somebody has even proposed a
theory that the pyramids of ancient Egypt were built using
sound waves – waves so strong and loud that they were able
to move tons and tons of rock. I will not even guess how
they harnessed this power, or honed it to such a degree
that they could stack huge bricks neatly, but you get the
idea. The principle of sound's potential to move things
applies directly to the illness the monster's wife suffered
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Dell's Journey
FantasyThere comes a time when every man must go on a journey. This is Dell's story.