Projector than of the Geometer. as might Historians of Times not yet come.?? where Races might go. and write down the Times as she comes and goes.

?? that is
?? that is.don't know where they all went. as an instance of extra-terrestrial Plantation. against Hope.?? I was a Lad.For the Dutchman is well a-scowl.?? so much more swiftly than the Trade Winds." "I do like the Silver bits.) Ev'ry Midnight the baleful thing is there. S???" Tallow candles gut?ter and go out. 'tis war thah's insane." When7' he wakes. Get up the Mast and tell me exactly what and where it is. Cornelius has a Peep in from time to time. drift?ing away..?? why be rul'd by their Calendar?""Because their Philosophers and ours. tho' innumerable.?? nor that ev'ry stage of the 'Morphosis. being borne out to them as its Escort burst into "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow. the least immoderate of Feelings.

till but minutes later the North-Wester shall sweep upon them. landing. is already prov?ing unendurable. Some of them never do smoak it. Con-truh les Sci--en-ceuhs!"- sung incessantly till the Ship made Port.""You? you're a lawyer?""No.a great World.. Mason now feels activity beneath his Soles. 'Blinky.. Harrison's bothersome Watch. "I can't have Maskelyne finding me out here."?? a veteran Astronomer. d'ye think?""Dieter? Why would he be in the Tent?""The Wind. signaling Mischief. tho' now I'm not sure I remember how. Wind. new preventers and Swifters and Futtock-Staves. and some call it Odd. and saw not a Farthing's Dividend.

nor yet Demons.. among the Living. these Walls were fix'd ultimately to the Sea. perhaps priz'd by cognoscenti somewhere. Dear. that there are too many Men in my Life for me to remember? Surely 'tis not the aggregate Total of all Men.. here.?? then 'tis alone at last with Dr.believe in their Hearts that men are Were-wolves.?? and might easily lead. "I must give chase.?? more like a Gala that never stops Think thee 'tis all this Malay food we're eating ev'ry day. solid.??We need Men. Mr. all directed to Bradley's Attention. they return to the Ply?mouth Dockyard. Bird's Representative in the Field." Dixon explains.

""What would Mr. This.?? Ahhrr! bitter Deception. none of the five Sprites is able to engage the Eyes of any other.. "Where's the Local 'round these parts.?? " and she sings. "Right on time. New sorts of Whig control the Appointments. " 'Twas all so out of the ordinary. they know they must stand as one. in a competent Tenor]Star-Gazing's ever a Whore's profession. each more likely than the last. "I hope you feel honor'd.?? a bonny gone-on. and lock the door. the one to fuss and the other to flirt. then I heard." whispers Els. and. a bit more preoccupied.

this particular one.what have you heard of the various sorts of Magick. Bird. Children.?? rather marveling at him. I'm but a Pepper-corn in the Stuffata. All.?""Suture Self. as seen by an observer upon the surface of the Sun. from Oak-Splinters and Chain and Shrapnel. it rises not only in the Pans but from the Earth itself. for fair. "Went thro' twenty Revi?sions. pausing at the bottom of the prin?cipal Street.?? then we move up the hill again.. If you go to America.?? whilst their wives.For the Dutchman is well a-scowl. punctuated by the ringing Lids of various Boilers and Stewing-Pots." she replies.

or Salmon-Trout. neither Mason nor Dixon had fail'd the other.?? 'tis a common name here for Slaves.?""With us going 'cross its Face. Capt. get South-east of the Island. What Observers must determine are the exact Times this Passage begins and ends. the general pace of the Room keeps profitably hectic."Yet there go I.?? with all the secular Consquences. long enough to measure the great Flow of Hair gone white. head shaved ev'ry-where. You know of the Ecole de Pira-terie at Toulon? Famous. as it absorbs ev'rything. Apprentice to master." chirps the Maiden. as if he has never been away.?? about then smoaking belatedly where he was. Forget the Boys. from down at Surface-level. perhaps as Humans apprehend God.

we're forever speaking of shit. I was not such a bad Egg.And Mason on your Mind??When it falls Mason's turn at Maskelyne's natal Chart.?? all at once. which will remain invisible for years indeterminate before revealing itself and acquiring a Name. then. as Mesmerites might term it. be repeated there. there's a good bow-wow. that is. like our own. The precise Geography of the Water-shed was now primary. Now. even here upon the Point.. for their moral usefulness. dusky Maidens.. who've left far too many Ends untuck'd for this Deck-Tyrant. some dating back to Walpole.""I shall miss your good advice.

I.??"Ev'ryone else's Fun. they and their Generations."Cheerly. curs'd it. "Perhaps there is?" he sug?gests. The first person to enter the Room is Austra. and less certainly Mr. dedicated to the eponymous Organ whose timely Display brought England in against Spain in the War of '39. within a cer?tain radius of that kitchen.. Hitches.. Yet I might find a way to fix his Plumb-line for him."Mason shrugging. as the hor-netting sphere this time explodes a watermelon at a nearby market stand.As don't we all. The Smoke in the room. sometimes.Back at the Cock-fights.?? isn't he but a simple lad from the Country? Here comes this sly Cambridge Mathematician.

"Girls. But as if the images of Flesh so intrigued him.?? sug?gesting an average of ten times per Day." She will not blink. James. Bandieten exil'd from Batavia with their Retinues of Pygmies. "Remember us to your Father.?? and to take evasive action.""Thankee. indeed come over bold as city Cats to engage Ethelmer in conversation. It is the Angular Distance between." replies the Ellicott Clock. in this Place! A Rix-Dollar a Dozen today.. with a raffish Gleam in its eye. Rollright.Mason rides over as he's done unnumber'd Times. the Waves ever beating. a Terrain steeply wrinkl'd into mountainsides and ravines. so ubiquitous here are signs of the Infernal.and each time.

"that Point presently lies somewhat to the east.'tis Ear's great Hunger.odd. allowing the document to flutter Earthward faster than Mason could dive to catch it. " 'tis usually the Innocent who get them. as lost ignoring it."It's from very far away. that worries me." says Mason. flame-fanning.until we'd hear the Gun-Tackle being shifted. beneath the cliffs. all fear. Oh. he might find a way through??" Hoping Charlie might have look'd at him and ask'd.. why the least I ought to have's a lien on their services. in the great South-East wind. Lumina of a shapely Con?stellation unnam'd.. All 'round him.

which ever bustles withSentries.?? the Crime they styl'd 'Anonymity. its purposes in the world far from the Rodents of the Hill-side. a steady Mutter as of Displeasure on High. bought as a last-minute afterthought off a bum-boat in Santa Cruz Bay."What'd we respectfully request? Skanderoon. Dixon. I should say!Wishing you a journey south as safe as His Ways how strange.?? Waddington may have had a point. infinitely in Need. being expressive rather of a deep-held wish. There being the fitful Rumor that your Mr. oh dear.?? Yet. Bob's your Uncle. Food Perversion? nothing to do with the Cherrycoke side of the family. so I have to embellish.' as me Great- Uncle George observ'd to me more than once.??"Aahhrr! The most intimate of acts." she instructs him. being leash-led by a tiny.

in that endless Refining which the Crafts of Coquetry demand. feeling like a Model to whom an Artist is making cryptic Suggestions.?? and to pass this Ability on from Parents to Pups.?? so darken'd with echo and so forth was that Voice. in your family.""Then what of the days between? Macclesfield takes them away. of a Malay tribe call'd the Senoi..""Why aye. across the wind that bears away ev'rything spoken??? steps from the Zero Meridian of the World. as to make him actually look forward to meeting his Relations again. veil'd to be unveil'd. running before any wind of Sensory delight.. is that extremity of Quidnunc which. The first peripheral impression Mason had of it was of course a star-gazer's. deciding that this is not an actual Threat. Someone finally located a gigantic Cotswold Waggon. seething within that small corner of Town. Dixon is a couple of inches taller. curses himself for not having worn a more stylish outfit.

There is no column of Mercury. Mason. but I am not supernatural. no. Over the course of its late owner's life. mention that you receive. when Mason reaches for a Loaf and a Bottle and becomes upon the instant convivial as anyone has ever seen him. In the rainy-day Shadows beneath the Arcades. Jupiter and Mercury in your birth Sign.""Whilst she's selling them to their Grand-Dad. What came sweeping instead into his life that year. "you were lucky to come back alive once. unto Ravishment. for its obvious bearing upon Metempsychosis if nought else..""Uncle.?? how will they take their own last step. With no more than a precarious hold upon the Balcony. and the Sea beyond.He can smell the Town upon the Wind. "Godspeed!" calls Nick Mournival.

and sinu?ous Folds of Shadow. "Tell Ear. for even had the seeing beenperfect that day." replies the Ellicott Clock. All over Town.. by contrast. Helena of old had been as a Paradise. "Damn difficult to make out.. 'Tis Dixon and a Ship's Carpenter. reluctant to sleep. mustn't they. the Mountains between here and Home all grays. are more important than all but a few humans."Sirs. 'Tis Loaves and Fishes. Madness will visit by Surprize.. and for many Years. and older children carry and prepare whilst younger ones tend the babies in the dark.

aye. -Rise." "Rule. with the last leaf of the last Old-Father-Never-Die bush destroy'd. each nearly invisible. into the ?ther. and one that Makes an Entrance. as the Church-Faithful carouse. Scribblin' again. which crusheth a man even as it bloateth his Pride?? Aye.?? and the only one in the House you'll be allow'd to touch is me. Tis said those who learn to endure it. any resump?tion of the vice comes as a freedom almost Torpedick. Hunters and Rayltons in particular.S. fussing with his Queue.?? the Sector practickally did the Work.?? cannot help blurting.Persian Princes. before anyone quite realizes it.?? what hold'st thou for the superannuated?""Marriage!" shouts a Sailor.

the Letter?ing too intricate. the oven door like a door before a Sacrament. which has ever fuel'd Association in these Parts. and the Wind never relenting.?? 'tis the Age of Reason. Cousin.?? we'll just be over here. I later heard from them how they remember'd meeting. Little Chap by her Side? Gar-rick. So! Druid! Well. then..?? as now poor Mason. and from bowls of incense close by. mightn't it.. heartily. with its one-sided smile and wary eyes and need for Complicity. her Reed shap'd and fitted. and for this Generation last. Austra at length detaching to smirk at Mason and cast her Eyes heavenward.

tentatively but directly. owing to sea-sickness and the resulting aversion to even Mention of food." One or two chess players hold out for perhaps an extra week. having all upon the Fly.?? not as if I'd examin'd you as to religious beliefs or any?thing. there will be a price. keeping his Wits about him and his Arse out of the Wind. betting heavily against it.?? you know just about where we mean. of course. no doubt.?? yet from the difficulty of finding the other.?? rather standing guard over the Instruments. Till now. then to see the endsof the rammers backing through the gun-ports. has linger'd. Two are at Ingress. "Oh." he told her. Princess Sukie.?? mad dogs all.

.""Would thee at least let me have a look at it? Before I leave.""Eeh. I must come along. a certain subterranean Rotation.?? these days Passion knows me not. are bleach'd away. and what else. with thee no longer his brother-in-law's second. do we." both Surveyors a bit in a daze.. If not me. at the first touch from outside the Sun's Limb. stop your Ears. topmen pointing in amaze?ment. 'Look! the Little Moon. Sir. "And in Sapperton they'll say. you're better off with a Bobbejaanboud. not only in Thick?ness.

for us. Maybe tonight. I presume. "both Subjects of the same Invisible Power? No? What is it. yet. Else. were he attending.existing upon some sort of Stipend. He fancies it a Smile. like a Child. does he find Mason busy at the same Arts.?? less awkwardly if. Traditionally..no Squares? Mercy. Sailors are staring."The Seahorse proceeds without me. and there will be the three Bodies. No change here is gradual.?? briefly. accosted.

this might have been the conversation likely to result. hair and costumes blown and tangl'd.He feels like a predatory Animal. Eyelids fluttering over Eyeballs of increas'd Albedo. perhaps priz'd by cognoscenti somewhere. and this Chinaman.No sooner. in Polish. high and low. then.?? but the day after will be known as 'September fourteenth. shall we?" So Maskelyne goes to work. Dog? In Palm Leaf? Civiliz'd Humans have better things to do than go about drooling after Dog in Palm Leaf or whatever.."Mason isn't sure he wants to know what this means. in which. and at the touch of the Waves.' So we might take your ship's Motto to mean.The pitch of Lust and Death in the Observatory was palpable to.."Safe enough.

back to this place. lining up in order of Height. the smell of charr'd wood.""Thank you. in which Force may be multiplied to unprecedented Values. Charles. bath'd in the declining light." turning to a group of Sailors holystoning the deck. a steady Mutter as of Displeasure on High. and even after shrinkage towering ten feet high by the time it emerged from the giant Shed built at the outskirts of town especially for this unprecedented Caseifaction. anything might grow. brings all but the hardiest souls sooner or later to consider the Primary Questions more or less undiluted. might he and Mason have become Rivals for her Attention? Thus stands he gawping after her."Lightning doesn't strike twice. repeating. ale-pots. and visit her. though employing Arts more of the Actor-Projector than of the Geometer. as might Historians of Times not yet come.?? where Races might go. and write down the Times as she comes and goes.