Ar. "It is as real as life, but it moves swiftly as a dream. You seem to pass through certain things slowly and completely, in the _tempo_ of life. Then, when the transitional moment comes, between the scenes, your sensations pass with unbelievable
rapidity. The Chamber has possession of your mind. It tells you that you are doing such and such a thing, it gives you all the feeling of doing that thing, and you
actually believe you are doing it. And when it snatches you away from one day and takes you into the next, it has only to make you feel that a day has passed, and it is as though you had lived through that day. You could live a lifetime in this way, in the Chamber, without
spending actually more than a few hours." * * * * * The taxi turned a corner, leaving the Drive, and plunged into a maze of side streets. I didn't notice particularly where we were going, because I was utterly absorbed in everything Melbourne said. The city, along the upper part of the Drive, is filled with streets that twist and turn crookedly, like New York's Greenwich Village. It has always puzzled me to know how the residents ever find
their way home at night--especially when they a