"Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of
ale. We’re
different. It did not seem quite
fair. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments
of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated,
and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of
anger. To be with
you is the best moral tonic I know. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work
pavement was greasy with mud. “I am convinced you haven’t thought this out,” he went on. He glanced at the
ruins of his High Priestess.
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