V where ever we be
Terrance
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Thu Mar 22 00:06:13 CST 2001
Mondaugen waits for the sun to come up.
The sun rose and van Wijk appeared in his doorway like a two
dimensional figure jerked suddenly onstage by hidden
pulleys...Mondaugen himself acquired motion...
Like Fergus, like several of P's characters, Mondaugen has
"conditioned himself to awake instantaneously..."
The balloon's gone up.
Mondaugen is concerned about his antennas, as if, they
sprouted from his forehead."
May you be as the moose and grow long antlers.
History, for the civil servant, is what he wakes up to, it's
on paper on his desk, in the "IN basket. And he is a weight
hung from the chains, forged by the System, keeping order,
time, a papered history against the chaos of the night.
The sun is hot. The sun was nearly down.
Twilight.
The sun set.
Whistles and laughter.
Early morning, blackness, Fopple's lights blazed in the
early morning darkness.
A party:
http://www.bragi.com/classics/p/eap1809/masque.shtml
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