the combination to a safe? More like the password to a danger, the number of a skilful stranger. He stares into the looming portal but perceive what it portends: can’t farewell to family and friends, or ticket to become immortal, stepping beyond the world known? he’s He reaches for the telephone. [120] 19/1 Tonight, the gardens are translated. Each simple stem or shock of shoots seems suddenly sophisticated, sprouting selected attributes at Arthur as he wanders past. How tall they grow, how long they last, what species they are, and what genus. The transits of the planet Venus could not have been observed more closely. But nervous and uncertain: Arthur’s he see past the can’t night’s dark curtain and so walks slowly and morosely, as tangled shadows lunge and loom and every nameplate spells his doom. [121] 20/1 The ranger meets him in the morning. bleary from a sleepless night Art’s and scratches at the stubble dawning across his cheeks. His throat is tight, catching the corners of his Latin; his eyes confuse and blur the pattern of veins and limbs he knows he knows. The ranger wrinkles up his nose: a garden smell, but Arthur panics, and blinding paranoia thwarts the struggle to control his thoughts. He stutters through the bare mechanics. he says. not been “Sorry,” “I’ve well.” The ranger I can nods: “No, tell.” [122] 21/1 about it. So you “Forget froze,” says Murray: all the “Happens time.” says “That doesn’t help,” Art. “Suppose just the same on Monday. it’s I’m so nervous that I rehearse; can’t bound to make it ten times I’m worse.” will, if “You that’s you’re attitude,”
the combination to a safe? More like the password to a danger, the number of a skilful stranger. He stares into the looming portal but can’t perceive what it portends: farewell to family and friends, or ticket to become immortal, stepping beyond the world he’s known? He reaches for the telephone. [120] 19/1 Tonight, the gardens are translated. Each simple stem or shock of shoots seems suddenly sophisticated, sprouting selected attributes at Arthur as he wanders past. How tall they grow, how long they last, what species they are, and what genus. The transits of the planet Venus could not have been observed more closely. But Arthur’s nervous and uncertain: he can’t see past the night’s dark curtain and so walks slowly and morosely, as tangled shadows lunge and loom and every nameplate spells his doom. [121] 20/1 The ranger meets him in the morning. Art’s bleary from a sleepless night and scratches at the stubble dawning across his cheeks. His throat is tight, catching the corners of his Latin; his eyes confuse and blur the pattern of veins and limbs he knows he knows. The ranger wrinkles up his nose: a garden smell, but Arthur panics, and blinding paranoia thwarts the struggle to control his thoughts. He stutters through the bare mechanics. “Sorry,” he says. “I’ve not been well.” The ranger nods: “No, I can tell.” [122] 21/1 “Forget about it. So you froze,” says Murray: “Happens all the time.” “That doesn’t help,” says Art. “Suppose it’s just the same on Monday. I’m so nervous that I can’t rehearse; I’m bound to make it ten times worse.” “You will, if that’s you’re attitude,”
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