Letar du efter en novell eller kanske en novella, i vilken tid flödar i omvända, förutom den man som berättar historien. Han har sett män och kvinnor som återvänder från gravarna, växer unga och återvänder till sina mammors livmoder. Han har sett pyramiderna som demonteras sten med sten och stenarna återvände till stenbrotten ,
Jag tror att jag läste detta på 70-talet. i en antologi. Begär hjälp med att identifiera historien / antologin (erna).
Det är en novell, "Mannen som aldrig växte ung" av Fritz Leiber . Det har dykt upp i olika antologier och samlingar . Du kan ha läst det på Den mörka sidan eller Det bästa av Fritz Leiber eller Nattens svarta agenter eller Döden av skräck: Mästerverk av Macabre , eller i Avon Fantasy Reader , nr 9, 1949 , tillgänglig på Internetarkiv .
Han har sett män och kvinnor som återvänder från graven
On a cold autumn day, when the brown curled leaves were whirling up into the trees, the procession set out—the empty hearse, the dark silent automobiles. At the cemetery we found a couple of men with shovels turning away unobtrusively from the newly opened grave. Then, while Flora and Helen wept bitterly and the minister spoke solemn words, a long narrow box was lifted from the grave and carried to the hearse.
At home, the lid of the box was unscrewed and slid back, and we saw John, a waxen old man with a long life before him.
Next day, in obedience to what seemed an age-old ritual, they took him from the box, and the mortician undressed him and drew a pungent liquid from his veins and injected the red blood. Then they took him and laid him in bed. After a few hours of stoney-eyed waiting, the blood began to work. He stirred and the first breath rattled in his throat. Flora sat down on the bed and strained him to her in a fearful embrace.
växer ung och återvänder till sina mammors livmoder.
All our life is a forgetting and a closing in. As the child is absorbed by its mother, so great thoughts are swallowed up in the mind of genius. At first they are everywhere. They environ us like the air. Then there is a narrowing in. Not all men know them. Then there comes one great man, and he takes them to himself, and they are a secret. There only remains the disturbing conviction that something worthy has vanished.
[. . .]
Tomorrow Maot and I set out. Our flock is gathered. Our tent is rolled.
It will be strange in the desert. All too soon we will exchange our last and sweetest kiss and she will prattle to me childishly and I will look after her until we find her mother.
Or perhaps some day I will abandon her in the desert, and her mother will find her.
Han har sett pyramiderna som demonteras sten med sten och stenarna återvände till stenbrotten ,
Why should I cling so tenaciously to these poor relics of civilization—I, who have seen king Cheops' men take down the Great Pyramid block by block and return it to the hills?
Det nyfikna fallet med Benjamin Button, av F. Scott Fitzgerald? Har inte läst det, men den omvända åldersgruppen låter bekant.
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