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Updated: June 1, 2025
And the lazy sea lay at the city's foot a pavement of lapis lazuli. But all was faint, unreal. Far, far away a group of palms caught opalescent reflections. A slight breeze had sprung up, raising minute particles of sand which caused the elfland on the horizon to quiver like a mirage. "It is a dream-city," said I, in admiration. Carlotta did not reply. I thought she had not heard.
"Looks more like a dream-city, or a scene in fairyland, than it does like a real town inhabited by real people." And Bud was right. It was a marvelous sight that the two boys were looking at, a sight the like of which, probably, no human eye will ever look upon again.
I knew a little girl once who would have asked: 'What is a dream-city?" "She doesn't ask now because she knows," replied Carlotta. "No. We shall never get there. It looks as if we were riding straight into it but when we get close, it will just be Mogador." "Aren't you happy, Carlotta?" I asked. "Are you, Seer Marcous?"
Far away over at New Silverstrand, a band was playing, and the music came floating across the harbour with the silvery sweetness which water imparts. The lights of the new town were very bright. It looked like a dream-city seen from afar. "I guess we are just a couple of Peris shut outside," said Mab in her brisk, unsentimental voice. "I like it best outside, don't you, Big Bear?"
When he came into the open air and mounted, it was not yet sunrise, and in that spectral early light, which is all Egypt's own, Cairo looked like some dream-city in a forgotten world.
On with the war, then. One morning I was wakened by much talking and movement all over the boat, and by Doe's leaping out of his top bunk, kicking me in passing, and disappearing through the cabin door. Back he came in a minute, crying: "You must come out and see this lovely, white dream-city. We're outside Malta." I rushed out to find Valetta, the grand harbour of Malta, on three sides of us.
We jogged on a little in silence. At last she drew very close to me. "Shall we ever get there?" she asked, pointing ahead with the hand that held the reins. "To Mogador? Yes, I hope so," I answered with a laugh. I thought she was tired. "No, not Mogador. The dream-city where every one wants to get." "You have travelled far, my dear," said I, "to hanker now after dream-cities and the unattainable.
Moonlight had the town now; and all was steel blue, the very air steel-blue; a dream-city of marvellous beauty, through which he passed, exalted.
At sunset, when the sun disappears over the edge of the lagoon and leaves behind its trail of shining clouds, she is like a dream-city rising from a sea of molten gold a double city, for in the pure gold is reflected each tower and spire, each palace and campanile, in masses of pale yellow and quivering white light, with here and there a burning touch of flame colour.
All history is the building of a dream-city, fantastic as that ancient one of the birds, changeful as the sunset clouds. And no wonder; for it is building on the sand. There is only one foundation of rock, and that is being laid by science. Only wait! To us will come sooner or later, the people and the architects. To us they will submit the great plans they have striven so vainly to realize.
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