spotting ilLewsions

[Seymour Landnau]

There appears to be a storm a-brewin early on between the forces of vibe
capital and teslelectric; and shortly after that, a flicker of light
between two curiously unnumbered chapters, guessing educated might have it
at between twosies and threesies, a fellow called Lew (is what?) shows 'pon
the scene of the balloonists' camp geared up with lenses the Druidic (by
marriage) Lensmen would wondrous indulge.  A flash of light and we seem to
be trying to recall, along with Lew, what unmentionably horrible act he has
committed gainst his so-close-to-being-just-call-her-Thoth wife that
ventually lensed him to balloon spotting anarchists.  Maybe something
involving a hit and run with a beer wagon.

He spends some time working at a hotel as a runner of odd jobs seeking
redemption for this crime to wit he has no recall, and one spring morning
riding a public conveyance he enters a neverbefore experienced state of
being he can only letter label grace, in which, to which, to wit, an
overdreamlike luminosity surrounds him.  Shortly whereafter Lew claims that
really all it is is that nobody ever asks what happens outside windows.

Which is funny because he wouldn't really need the "observatory worth of
telescopic gear" back at the balloon then, would he.
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