18/02/2026 19:16

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I grabbed itlike a drunk grabbing a lamp-post. Except for the furious beat of the storm, I was alone in the ruinsof my wife's studio. She and J. Del and how smart she was and how she felt in his arms and how the smel of her hair made him feel crazy and how much he wanted her.

I thought that the focus of all the phenomena--the epicenter--was verylikely on The Street between the real Sara and its drowned image. It's a whole lotta lettuce, I agreed, and wished him a good night. That was hopeful, butit would be good if Mattie didn't allow herself to become too hopeful. Mac furnished the cognac.