Episode 13: Part 1 of “The Voice of the Caterwauler”
“(to a caterpillar) ‘Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet’ said Alice; ‘but when you have turned into a chrysalis – you know – and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll find it a little queer, won’t you?”
L. Carroll Advice from a Caterpillar
Alex had a lot of leisure time now. His weekly income
from the auto industry gave him time to do
the things he always wanted to.
One of his desires was to own
his own automobile
so that he could
visit the grand
He drove for miles and enjoyed every month of it.
Some of the roads were unique. One was along
an old canal bed. Another went up and down
like a roller-coaster
(but, of course, not as steep).
His favorite was a helical shaped road that went
around and around as well as up.
Alex enjoyed the feeling of
de ja vue each time
he made a left
(which was continuously).
But none of his trips would be as memorable
as the one he was on now. It was a two lane
macadam road that followed a beautiful
Alex saw an interesting dirt road to his right.
A rickety bridge allowed him
to cross the stream.
The steep mountains closed in on each side as he followed his hood ornament.
Suddenly the mountains parted and Alex
found himself at the edge
of a large flat area.
It must have been five hundred acres in size
and as flat as an English postage stamp.
The whole plain was covered in grass.
It was not normal grass;
it was blue.
Not the blue of oceans, nor turquoise blue,
nor the blue color of a melancholy.
It was not the blue of clear azure,
nor sapphire, nor peacock blue
nor the blue of despair.
It was the blue of
It had the same quality of an amethyst gem; translucent.
Alex departed his car and studied the grass.
When he stood up it looked like
a dark hue of blue.
When he lay down and looked across
the top of the grass it looked like
the amethyst of an
In either case
it was quite a
Alex removed his shoes and socks to enjoy the softness of this blue grass.
He walked around the amethyst plain for quite some time
before he noticed a stream along one side.
He ventured down the bank
and into the water.
The stones on the bottom were all the same size;
about the size of an egg. Yet they were
rather flat and pleasant to walk on.
The stones appeared to have spent
quite a bit of time in a giant
they were polished.
Alex reached down and picked one up.
It was onyx black with ivory colored
large spots here and there.
The spots were not clearly
demarcated as on a
They were more like the penumbra spots on a brook trout.
They were faded around the edges.