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           WehearadrummingontheroofsofafastingcitywhentheTurksarehungryanduncertaintempered.Wehearthemcryingwithsharp,stag-likebarks,"Open,open."Listentothetramssquealingandtotheflashesfromtheelectricrails.Wehearthebeechtreesandthebirchtreesraisetheirbranchesasifthebridehadlethersilkennightdressfallandcometothedoorwaysaying"Open,open".’

           ’Allseemsalive,’saidLouis.’Icannotheardeathanywheretonight.Stupidity,onthatman’sface,age,onthatwoman’s,wouldbestrongenough,onewouldthink,toresisttheincantation,andbringindeath.Butwhereisdeathtonight?Allthecrudity,oddsandends,thisandthat,havebeencrushedlikeglasssplintersintotheblue,thered-fringedtide,which,drawingintotheshore,fertilewithinnumerablefish,breaksatourfeet.’

           ’Ifwecouldmounttogether,ifwecouldperceivefromasufficientheight,’saidRhoda,’ifwecouldremainuntouchedwithoutanysupport--butyou,disturbedbyfaintclappingsoundsofpraiseandlaughter,andI,resentingcompromiseandrightandwrongonhumanlips,trustonlyinsolitudeandtheviolenceofdeathandthusaredivided.’

           ’Forever,’saidLouis,’divided.Wehavesacrificedtheembraceamongtheferns,andlove,love,lovebythelake,standing,likeconspiratorswhohavedrawnaparttosharesomesecret,bytheurn.Butnowlook,aswestandhere,aripplebreaksonthehorizon.Thenetisraisedhigherandhigher.Itcomestothetopofthewater.Thewaterisbrokenbysilver,byquiveringlittlefish.