They began the evening like usual, driving down highways and byways. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. ‘I think that was what began his downfall. “I’m a big boy, you know. ” The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. Stanley, “just a moment.
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