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Then I saw the black-winged glider circling under the umbrella of the tornado, Nolan himself riding in the whirlwind. His wings held steady in the revolving air around the funnel. Like a pilot fish he soared in, as if steering the tornado towards Leonoras villa. Areyou a man? The kind of collective intelligence you were talking about. Time advances. After heavenly vengeance, reality is a warm shower. Quimble did not notice.Of course, he said, “goodness me, I should have seen it. What a fool Ive been. Partridge, that idiot, is too much of an idiot to have planned this idiotic campaign against me. It wasyou,” he leveled a shaking forefinger at J. G.,“you—who engineered the entire thing. You have been against me from the start!” Quimble snatched up an empty fruit crate and splintered it over J. G.’s shoulders. He grabbed another crate and J. G. warily raised his arm over his head to protect himself. Quimble turned pale. “Help, help, Murder!” he shrilled. His eyeglasses fell to the floor and he scampered head first into the wall. Still shouting for assistance, he felt his way along the wall to the door and left. To comprehend the passion which developed between us it is necessary to understand Miss Luptik, a superb storyteller, a marvelous creator of mood, a lovely builder of climaxes, a born inciter to riot. Had Miss Luptik come along in the 1870s there would be only red faces on the North American continent. General Custer would never have got past Jersey. The voice was indistinct. "Asked who you talk to— when you ... before talking outside to him." I bulled out of Gergs. A couple of people came after me because I didnt watch where I was going. I don't know who won, but I remember somebody yelling, "Get out! Get out!" It may have been me. Fine. Now, put them in your shirt pocket, all but one penny. Put this single penny back in your pants. One development he did not expect. With dusk, and the need to leave the blocks and find food, he realized that he had lost himself. However, he retraced his steps, struck out left or right at an oblique course, oriented himself around the setting sun and pressed on resolutely north or south, and found himself back again at his starting point. Only when darkness came did he manage to make his escape. GERALD KERSH Travellers Rest is his first story, although he has published a number of literary-linguistic articles in learned journals in Britain, Europe and the United States.* * * * Heinie got in, touched the control panel twice, and then sat motionless in the little wooden chair, looking straight ahead. Eunice, his sister, thought why not? She was going to be fifteen soon and in a few years shed be eighteen and maybe by then somebody would have proposed. She’d never been to Tiffany’s or anywhere like it. It would be a good idea to see what they had, just in case. She could always tell the clerk that she was just humoring her little brother. Sabinas decision to say nothing yet to Amity or Elizabeth about the violent death of Prudence Egan had been the right one. In the garage, Mary Baca was waiting nervously. She said, even though she must have been able to see the boy,You got him? You mean, he said, youwalked?” Its flesh seemed alive, palpitant— Im no pantheist, yet Ive often felt that plants, trees, flowers, have a life we know nothing of. I left the window open to let it breathe. The curtains moved gently with the breeze and my mushroom would softly sway. the black crone(continuing a tirade): Understand this, Mr. Adler, you dont own us, we own you. Because you gotta have the girls to live, youre the girls' slave. J. G. said he was sorry, but he had been very hungry..
