The letter came on stationery unlike any I had ever seen.
At the top was a dark blue drawing, running nearly the width of the page, that showed the cross-section of a multilevel residence. The first level contained objects that might have been purloined from ancient Egypt: vases and what looked to be a mummy case. Was it a home? A museum? A mausoleum? Spiral staircases led to the upper levels, which included a room lined with ornately framed paintings and a library with a grand bookcase, on top of which sat a toy horse that could have escaped from …
This article appears as “What Ray Bradbury Foresaw” in the November 2, 2020, print edition of National Review.
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