The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. Michelle looked at their reflections in the wall mirror. The bodies had been found in the river without their heads, which were busy decomposing in a ravine. An incredible road he had elected to travel; he granted that it was incredible; and along this road somewhere would be Desire. It struck his forehead, splitting it, and brought him to his knees. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. A white man takes his life in his hands. You have been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to come down to dinner. As for Mike’s observations on John’s desires to get laid, it was the pot calling the kettle black.
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