Gulliver's Travels [antikvár]

INTRODUCTION How This Book Came to Be Written By May Lamberton Becker The way I found out about Gulliver's Travels was like this. My parents had taken me across the ferry to New York to see the shop windows dressed up for Christmas. One shop kept its show windows curtained for days; people knew that something mysterious and wonderful was being arranged, and when the curtains were drawn, after Thanksgiving, they brought their children to see it. I was not so young I had to be held up to see, but still short enough to have to wait till I could reach the front line to look into the window. And there, on the ground of what looked like the seashore, lay a tall man flat on his back. It was a wax figure, of course, but very lifelike. All over and around him was a swarm of tiny little men—^very small dolls— who were just finishing the job of tying him down with long strings that went over him, back and forth, so he looked as if he were in a network and couldn't move hand or foot, much less get up. But he didn't look troubled: he seemed to think these tiny men wouldn't really hurt him. I couldn't understand it at all and I asked my