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Chapter 3
Moretellme,morestill!OnthetopoftheHowthtramalonecryingtotherain:Nakedwomen!Nakedwomen!Whataboutthat,eh?
Whataboutwhat?Whatelseweretheyinventedfor?
Readingtwopagesapieceofsevenbookseverynight,eh?Iwasyoung.Youbowedtoyourselfinthemirror,steppingforwardtoapplauseearnestly,strikingface.HurrayfortheGoddamnedidiot!Hray!No-onesaw:tellno-one.Booksyouweregoingtowritewithlettersfortitles.HaveyoureadhisF?Oyes,butIpreferQ.Yes,butWiswonderful.Oyes,W.Rememberyourepiphanieswrittenongreenovalleaves,deeplydeep,copiestobesentifyoudiedtoallthegreatlibrariesoftheworld,includingAlexandria?Someonewastoreadthemthereafterafewthousandyears,amahamanvantara.PicodellaMirandolalike.Ay,verylikeawhale.Whenonereadsthesestrangepagesofonelonggoneonefeelsthatoneisatonewithonewhoonce...
Thegrainysandhadgonefromunderhisfeet.Hisbootstrodagainadampcracklingmast,razorshells,squeakingpebbles,thatontheunnumberedpebblesbeats,woodsievedbytheshipworm,lostArmada.Unwholesomesandflatswaitedtosuckhistreadingsoles,breathingupwardsewagebreath,apocketofseaweedsmoulderedinseafireunderamiddenofman’sashes.Hecoastedthem,walkingwarily.Aporterbottlestoodup,stoggedtoitswaist,inthecakeysanddough.Asentinel:isleofdreadfulthirst.Brokenhoopsontheshore;atthelandamazeofdarkcunningnets;fartherawaychalkscrawledbackdoorsandonthehigherbeachadryinglinewithtwocrucifiedshirts.
