Roy Norton

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Roy Norton,  The Glyphs — Chapter 11 (1919)

“ I have read and heard of philosophers in garrets with empty stomachs, and let me admit here and now that I’m not built that way. I believe I think better when mine is full. I’m a strong, healthy, animal man with but little of that ethereal endowment upon which poets are said to thrive. Plainly, I wanted to find that treasure, and had come along way imbued with that hope.
“I’ll swear I can’t see anything at that blessed old god’s feet!” said Wardy, after studying the carved toes of the great god Icopan through his monocle, and strolling completely around him several times.
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Roy Norton,  The Glyphs — Chapter 11 (1919)

“ This opening, from the floor of the Great Temple, had appeared small; but now, when immediately beneath it, we saw that it was at least eight feet in diameter.
We had observed the effect of the sole protected reflector cast through the eyes of the image. What, then, must have been their brilliance in those dead days when priests carefully polished and maintained the reflectors from above? The eyes of the image must have been terrifying in their concentrated light, when glowering upon those already and previously prepared through superstition to gaze upon a miracle.
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Roy Norton,  The Glyphs — Chapter 11 (1919)

“ Wardy halted and chuckled and twinkled his monocle at me. “Suppose you and I quietly loot a hatchet or an ax, and put in the afternoon finding out how the blessed thing works? If the doctor knew he might either object or insist on being there—eh?”
Fortune favored us; for the doctor had not solved his problem, and Juan, Benny, and Ixtual were to cross to the mainland, replenish the supplies for the mules, and bring back more for our own consumption, so we could be certain of working unmolested and could have not only axes and hatchets but machetes.
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