Summer Morning, Summer Night. Ray Bradbury
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SUMMER MORNING, SUMMER NIGHT
Ray Bradbury
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To Jon Eller with love.
Ray
Table of Contents
All on a Summer’s Night (1950)
At Midnight, in the Month of June (1954)
I Got Something You Ain’t Got!
The River That Went to the Sea
Over, Over, Over, Over, Over, Over, Over, Over!
A Serious Discussion (or Evil in the World)
The Cemetery (or The Tombyard)
The text for “End of Summer” is based on the version collected by Bradbury in Driving Blind (1997). The texts of all other previously published stories in this collection are based on the earliest published versions. I am grateful to David Spiech, my colleague at Indiana University’s Institute for American Thought, for copy editing this volume.
ONE. TWO. HATTIE’S lips counted the long, slow strokes of the high town clock as she lay quietly