Arthur J. Burks

Summary

Arthur J. Burks Yesterday's doors (1948)

That was the reason I agreed to hide the model "metal bird." How and when, if ever, would it be found? Without faith I could not have endured the emptiness of the obvious answer—that eventually, in course of time, Saint Dennis would crumble into ruins, raining those ruins down upon the crypt, burying it for all time from the sight of men, losing to men the thing I had brought into being from my dream inspired.
Other things I had shaped, invented, had come into human use, had bettered the living of mankind. Why should this "metal bird" be an exception?
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Arthur J. Burks Yesterday's doors (1948)

I would not need then to make haste to leave my vessel. I would be Master of the New World, with no need to hurry. I would be THE Master!
Into this vast indecision I stepped, through the tiny door in the Building of The Skull—forgetting the door, the key, and the building, to become Anghor of twelve thousand years ago.
I sat there, still undecided, with the Catastrophe almost upon Atlantis, when the Three Superior Masters—these titles related solely to natural science, from which all other arts and sciences derived—came to see me. That their coming expressed the general fear I knew.
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Arthur J. Burks Yesterday's doors (1948)

I felt the urge to make sketches of their faces. I often did this, and they enjoyed posing.
"I'd like, Father Dennis, Father Paul, Father Elihu," I said, "to make sketches of each of you and the three of you together. I wish I had thought in time. I would have made the sketch and left it behind the rectangle of stone, with my metal bird of dreams."
Father Dennis crossed himself.
"I am glad my likeness does not repose anywhere with this devil's work we have imprisoned behind the red cross! But," and he smiled, "I do not mind another sketch. You have something new in each sketch you make of me!"
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