Category: Twilight Zone

“’A place called Willoughby,’ Gart said. ‘A little town that I charted inside my head. A place I manufactured in a dream… An odd dream. A very odd dream. Willoughby. It was summer. Very warm. The kids were barefooted. One of them carried a fishing pole. And the main street…

“In this corner of the universe, in a shabby, sparsely furnished bedroom inside an aging and decrepit brownstone tenement, stood a prize fighter named Bolie Jackson, staring at himself in the dresser mirror” (81, opening lines). The image of thirty-three-year-old, one hundred and sixty-three-pound Bolie Jackson is inseparable from the…

“Mr. Finchley… what is it with you and machines?” “Mr. Bartlett Finchley, tall, tart, and fortyish, looked across his ornate living room to where the television repairman was working behind his set and felt an inner twist of displeasure that the mood of the tastefully decorated room should be so…

“It was that uniquely American institution known as the neighborhood bar, small, softly lit and at this moment catering to that unsophisticated pre-cocktail group whose drinking was a serious business undisturbed and uncomplicated by the social frivolities of the five-thirty crowd.” A gentle, glasses-wearing, vacuum salesman named Luther Dingle –a…