DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey
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"Why," says the perfessor, "their factory is in<br />
this very town."<br />
And nothing would do fur me but I must go and<br />
see that factory. I couldn't till the quarantine was<br />
pried loose from our house. But when it was, I<br />
went down town and hunted up the place and looked<br />
her over.<br />
It was a big factory, and I was kind of proud of<br />
that. I was glad she wasn't no measly, little, oldfashioned,<br />
run-down concern. Of course, I wasn't<br />
really no relation to it and it wasn't none to me.<br />
But I was named fur it, too, and it come about as<br />
near to being a fambly as anything I had ever had<br />
or was likely to find. So I was proud it seemed to<br />
be doing so well.<br />
I thinks as I looks at her of the thousands and<br />
thousands of bottles that has been coming<br />
out of there fur years and years, and will be fur<br />
years and years to come. And one bottle not so<br />
much different from another one. And all that was<br />
really knowed about me was jest the name on one<br />
out of all them millions and millions of bottles. It<br />
made me feel kind of queer, when I thought of that,<br />
as if I didn't have no separate place in the world any<br />
more than one of them millions of bottles. If any<br />
one will shut his eyes and say his own name over<br />
and over agin fur quite a spell, he will get kind of<br />
wonderized and mesmerized a-doing it--he will<br />
begin to wonder who the dickens he is, anyhow, and<br />
what he is, and what the difference between him<br />
and the next feller is. He will wonder why he<br />
happens to be himself and the next feller HIMSELF.<br />
He wonders where himself leaves off and the rest<br />
of the world begins. I been that way myself--all<br />
wonderized, so that I felt jest like I was a melting<br />
piece of the hull creation, and it was all shifting and<br />
drifting and changing and flowing, and not solid<br />
anywhere, and I could hardly keep myself from<br />
flowing into it. It makes a person feel awful queer,<br />
like seeing a ghost would. It makes him feel like<br />
HE wasn't no solider than a ghost himself. Well,<br />
if you ever done that and got that feeling, you KNOW