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Backteria and Other Improbable Tales

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Richard Matheson
Richard Matheson

Richard Matheson was an American author renowned for his science fiction and horror novels. His works spanned a variety of literary genres, including novels, short stories, and television scripts. Matheson's writing career began in the mid-20th century, and he rose to prominence in the science fiction and horror literary communities. Many of his works have been adapted into films and television shows, such as 'The Night of the Living Dead' and 'The Shrinking Man'. His novel 'The Night of the Living Dead' was first published in 1962 and later adapted into the eponymous film, achieving great success. His short story collection 'The Shrinking Man' was also adapted into a film, further solidifying his reputation. more

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“Jack was led out of the dark room into the strong light, and as they guided him up the steps he could see nothing for the glare. 'Your head here sir, if you please,' said the sheriff's man in a low, nervous, conciliating voice, 'and your hands just here.' The man was slowly fumbling with the bolt, hinge and staple, and as Jack stood there with his hands in the lower half-rounds, his sight cleared: he saw that the broad street was filled with silent, attentive men, some in long togs, some in shore-going rig, some in plain frocks, but all perfectly recognizable as seamen. And officers, by the dozen, by the score: midshipmen and officers. Babbington was there, immediately in front of the pillory, facing him with his hat off, and Pullings, Stephen of course, Mowett, Dundas . . . He nodded to them, with almost no change in his iron expression, and his eye moved on: Parker, Rowan, Williamson, Hervey . . . and men from long, long ago, men he could scarcely name, lieutenants and commanders putting their promotion at risk, midshipmen and master's mates their commissions, warrant-officers their advancement. 'The head a trifle forward, if you please, sir,' murmured the sheriff's man, and the upper half of the wooden frame came down, imprisoning his defenceless face. He heard the click of the bolt and then in the dead silence a strong voice cry 'Off hats'. With one movement hundreds of broad-brimmed tarpaulin-covered hats flew off and the cheering began, the fierce full-throated cheering he had so often heard in battle.”

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