"Således åsidosätter jag Beelzy" , en kort historia av John Collier , publicerad i oktober 1940-utgåvan av Atlanten månadsvis . Den återges på Berömda fantastiska mysterier , oktober 1952 , som finns tillgängligt på Internetarkiv . En läsning av Nelson Olmsted från en episod av 1957 av radioprogrammet Sova inte mer finns också på Internet Arkiv . Här är en sammandrag från Plot Spot :
A little boy, Small Simon, refuses to acknowledge to his father, Big Simon, that Mr Beelzy is nothing more than a daydream. The father attempts to reason with his son, laying forth his arguments in a logical and straight-forward manner, but then resorts to threats of violence when his son fails to heed him. Small Simon seems unconcerned—he claims that Mr Beelzy won't let anyone hurt him...
Det finns en antologi jag hade som barn. Den första historien
Hmm. Den enda boken jag har kunnat hitta med "Således Jag Avvisar Beelzy" som första berättelsen är 1974 års paperback-antologi Fantasi: Saker av saker okänd , men omslaget är inget som din beskrivning. Är någon av dessa omslag den du kommer ihåg? Om du läser den i en Bantam-paperback, kan det ha varit en Bantam-utgåva av Colliers samling Fancies and goodnights .
handlade om ett barn som hade ett monster / varelse, kanske namnet Mr. (något eller annat).
"He is six," said her husband. "He is a reasonable being. He must choose for himself. But what game is this, Small Simon, that is worth getting nervy and dazed over? There are very few games as good as all that."
"It's nothing," said the boy.
"Oh, come," said his father. "We are friends, are we not? You can tell me. I was a Small Simon once, just like you, and played the same games you play. Of course there were no aeroplanes in those days. With whom do you play this fine game? Come on, we must all answer civil questions, or the world would never go round. With whom do you play?
"Mr. Beelzy," said the boy, unable to resist.
"Mr. Beelzy?" said his father, raising his eyebrows inquiringly at his wife.
"It's a game he makes up," said she.
"Not makes up!" cried the boy. "Fool!"
"That is telling stories," said his mother. "And rude as well. We had better talk of something different."
Fadern trodde inte att varelsen existerade.
"I hope you are listening to me," said his father. "All you have to do is say, 'I have been playing a game of let's-pretend. With someone I make up, called Mr. Beelzy.' Then no one will say you tell lies, and you will know the difference between dreams and reality. Mr. Beelzy is a day dream."
Historien slutar med familjen att hitta faderns hand på trappans landning.
Fot, ej hand:
It was on the second-floor landing that they found the shoe, with the man's foot still in it, like that last morsel of a mouse which sometimes falls unnoticed from the side of the jaws of the cat.