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Conardine was 10 years old and the doctor had pronounced his professional opinion that the boy would not live another five years.

The doctor was silky in a feat and counted for little, but his

opinion was endorsed by Mrs. Dorop, who counted for nearly everything. Mrs. Dorop was

Conradine's cousin and guardian, and in his eyes she represented those three-fifths

of the world that are necessary and disagreeable and real.

The other two-fifths in perpetual antagonism to the foregoing were summed up in himself and his imagination.

One of these days, Conradine supposed he would succumb to the mastering pressure of

wearis and necessary things, such as illness, coddling restrictions, and drawn-out dullness. Without his illness, coddling restrictions, and drawn out dullness. Without his imagination, which was rampant

under the spur of loneliness, he would have succumbed long ago.

That was the opening paragraph of Sredny Vashtar.

A short story we will be discussing here on H.Podcraft,

Strange Studies of Strange Stories.

I'm Chad Fyfer.

And I'm Chris Laki.

This is a short story by the author known only as Saki.

No one knows who he was, or even if he was real, or just a ghost of a fisherman.

We do know that Saki was the person that gave us the term ghost writer or was it?

No one knows for sure. It's a mystery which is what we're all about here. We just finished a month of mystery authors and we thought it would be a nice transition into doing a month on an author. And we thought it would be a nice transition

into doing a month on an author.

Nobody knows anything about it all, this person, Saki.

Oh, sorry, wait, I just looked him up on Wikipedia.

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