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from　The　Stripper）；　crossing　the　lobby　as　one　of　three；　the　other　two　men　in

evening　dress　that　predated　the　twenties；　all　of　them　singing　about　the　stiff

patch　on　Rosie　OGradys　knickers。　He　seemed　to　remember　looking　out　the　big

double　doors　and　seeing　Japanese　lanterns　strung　in　graceful；　curving　arcs　that

followed　the　sweep　of　the　driveway　—　they　gleamed　in　soft　pastel　colors　like

dusky　jewels。　The　big　glass　globe　on　the　porch　ceiling　was　on；　and　night…insects

bumped　and　flittered　against　it；　and　a　part　of　him；　perhaps　the　last　tiny　spark

of　sobriety；　tried　to　tell　him　that　it　was　6　A。M。　on　a　morning　in　December。　But

time　had　been　canceled。

（The　arguments　against　insanity　fall　through　with　a　soft　shurring　soundlayer

on　layer　。。。）

Who　was　that？　Some　poet　he　had　read　as　an　undergraduate？　Some　undergraduate

poet　who　was　now　selling　washers　in　Wausau　or　insurance　in　Indianapolis？　Perhaps

an　original　thought？　Didnt　matter。

（The　night　is　dark　the　stars　are　high　a　disembodied　custard　pie　is　floating

in　the　sky　。。。）

He　giggled　helplessly。

〃Whats　funny；　honey？〃

And　here　he　was　again；　in　the　ballroom。　The　chandelier　was　lit　and　couples

were　circling　all　around　them；　some　in　costume　and　some　not；　to　the　smooth

sounds　of　some　postwar　band　—　but　which　war？　Can　you　be　certain？

No；　of　course　not。　He　was　certain　of　only　one　thing：　he　was　dancing　with　a

beautiful　woman。

She　was　tall　and　auburn…haired；　dressed　in　clinging　white　satin；　and　she　was

dancing　close　to　him；　her　breasts　pressed　softly　and　sweetly　against　his　chest。

Her　white　hand　was　entwined　in　his。　She　was　wearing　a　small　and　sparkly　cats…

eye　mask　and　her　hair　had　been　brushed　over　to　one　side　in　a　soft　and　gleaming

fall　that　seemed　to　pool　in　the　valley　between　their　touching　shoulders。　Her

dress　was　full…skirted　but　be　could　feel　her　thighs　against　his　legs　from　time

to　time　and　had　bee　more　and　more　sure　that　she　was　smooth…and…powdered　naked

under　her　dress；

（the　better　to　feet　your　erection　with；　my　dear）

and　he　was　sporting　a　regular　railspike。　If　it　offended　her　she　concealed　it

well；　she　snuggled　even　closer　to　him。

〃Nothing　funny；　honey；〃　he　said；　and　giggled　again。

〃I　like　you；〃　she　whispered；　and　he　thought　that　her　scent　was　like　lilies；

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