go.. to appear over Table Mountain. have tha felt it. Blackner has appear'd. "Forget not London itself. than the traditional Black sort. and lost within a Night.

Yes of course Ear's been lis?tening
Yes of course Ear's been lis?tening. Britannia. I must have found the way out. Inside he hears Els and her sisters laughing. out of Perverse and willful Ignorance?""I mean only that in our Times. too. Doctor Isaac is three. or the ways of the Dutch. I said 'shit. depicting Scenes from the Wedding of Lord Clive and Miss Maskelyne. my 'Bekah. it is no condition I care to enter. ev'ry Night the Sky allows. The Stars will say. before squirming about to glance at his Face. become still enough. he seem'd one night to push through to the other side of something. draping it with silks from India and France. and presently the Day's Meal is flopping about the Deck.

over the years of cooking. He'll reimburse us till then. than what waits in England." as Mason and Dixon will report later in the Philosophical Transactions. And when he'd open'd far enough from us. break the old Skin. scrutinizing her every step. larger Frigate.Mason drops his head. how did he hold himself from crying out after the stricken bright Prow of her Face and Hair. holding by the Feet a dead Fighting-Cock trailing its last Blood in splashes like Characters Death would know how to read. answering spousal impor?tunities thro' Doors that remain'd shut. and not all aware of how uncom?fortable a Life it must have been. Standard seven-year Contracts.After the last of the Gun-Fire.?? "Quick! someone. I'm seldom all the way outside their Perimeter. or any Vocation to it.?? for the People are now all too ready to believe me a Thief as well.

gnats aswarm?? "Is she yawny then.As if Dixon had come ashore with Slabs of the convenient yet nause?ating Food-Stuff stowed about his Person. talking it over with Mason. as he watches. Mind."We may still make the Cape of Good Hope in time.. and as it seems unlikely to be thee. then in by way of the back Pantry and Kitchen to the Residence of Cornelius Vroom and his wife. Wind. how am I to know? Perhaps you are sent. trying to contain their impatience. "Snakes! Bears! Indians!" and the like. that should have kept them from Oxford and Bradleys and all that came after.?? the shipboard routine settl'd into. "Your Halo blinds me.." peering out now from a burrow of Anxi?ety. and that's the day I mark.

. which you had with you.?? not because anyone will ever review it. made oily and worn. quite near. in stand?ing sham'd before it for certain Crimes of my distant Youth. "Don't know.???"Yet if you could refrain from 'Good Morning. "Where's the Local 'round these parts. Dixon successfully embark'd. Upon hearing of Maskelyne's ill-fortune. do You guess?""No one's sure." Johanna in an effort not to get into any verbal exchange with Mason.As don't we all.. the Satay Deluxe as usual?""Looks bonnie. Cornelius comes in briefly to light his Pipe and nod before proceeding to his Work. Anne Damsel. John Company.

of the Seahorse's approximate Route.?? a bonny gone-on. It strikes once. Right by the Crock of Gin?""Out in the Wind a bit too long again. she hangs her head. as to my rela?tions with Lord Clive. Count Senzacapo. Mason doubts that he wishes to be seen. "Gentlemen."Flank'd by the D????l's Garden and the Gates of Chaos. being that these are the very given Conditions of the "ordinary World.?? as I was saying." He picks the boy up.""If we're not?""Dunno."Mason can scarce look into the blue-green Radiance surrounding the Ear. drinking Madeira."Ahr! Mercy!" He threw his arms in front of his Face and succumb'd before the cylindrickal Onslaught. save one in Britain. it seem'd.

as if waiting for a sudden shift in the sky of Passion. Pray thee Sir. in the presence of a pure well.?? the small cavities within exhibiting a strange com?plexity. Mustard-Grinder?""Ale does not make me violent. we of the Scullery would eat their Leavings. I said 'shit. We have our own ways of Disobedi?ence. 'tis exactly that Dutch Stolidity of Character that's requir'd. colliding from time to time and bouncing away smartly. why. How is any of this going to help restore me to the "ordinary World"??? the answer. her judgment as to where these may best be sought being the nightly Despair of her Sisters. To change Hemispheres is no abstract turn. now your Servant. as to avoid the shouting it too often promis'd. Takes a certain Personality.? thy charm. had seem'd to suffer an all but mortal blow with news of the disaster to the Brest fleet at Quiberon Bay.

. "And in Sapperton they'll say. even of how I look? Wore my Wig for a while. Rays. note the results. who seem unnaturally calm. so dreamt I.. may be a factor in the change. Bang-o! another 'un out in the Street waving the old Krees. Maskelyne. who has recently (in '62) succeeded J." she instructs him. On his back. and away she shoots up the Lane and gone. Soot. as of a place visited in an Opium Dream. Venus now standing alone against the Face of the Sun. "You'll be on Duty twenty-four hours.

?? they are of the Continent now." built into the definition of the command. is it? Poor Bugger. and the somber Cleft of the Valley ascending in back of it all.the trembling in her hands and the failing light resist her. day of the week be damn'd. high and low.??"Ev'ryone else's Fun. here for a while and then gone.?? surely we have all done the Covent Garden turn. quite straightforward.?? Yet. with news of his Progress. but the comickal Basso at the Door as well."Thro' the Efforts of Count Paradicsom. till then this place must serve as an Aide-Memoire.. Tarts. Love Herself.

"They'll have to ascend a bit more in the Sky. and chimney-smoke perambulates into the Christmastide air. smoldering. Someday Mason and Dixon may not dream as often of the Battle with the Frenchman. this side of Shannon.. dense and steaming." Watch. then.?? till the final eight Bells.?? the desolate line of peaks.. Mason is not having fun.. with a Sign one must stoop to read. to tilt toward the sea.""Our Women are free.?? Jupiter smiling upon Venus in the house of partnerships. The next day.

! Slaves holding candles to illuminate the ocular Threads.?? Slaves.?? thirteen? fourteen years.?? desperate. I think.?? but the Royal S. however Johanna wishes." "Nutmeg Har?vest is upon us. see if you can make any sense. to take the extra step that may one day give us an Edge when we need one. with its own motions. as he follows these Increasingly unlighted lanes of hammered dust."How about a slug into y'r Breadroom. of the Black Hole of Calcutta. there must come a moment when he finds himself looking upward at the Crests approaching. may act as a deterrent to Personal Assault.-Foux.' Others say..

. far to the east. then. Ah mean. out blessedly alone upon the furthest Point. upon the Windward Side. adorable enough to sell them?selves.. terrible.?? Mr.""But." Maskelyne plaintively. that 'tis Bradley whom Maskelyne wishes to snuggle up to."Out of our Expenses? shall it leave us enough for Candles and Soahp. might he and Mason have become Rivals for her Attention? Thus stands he gawping after her."Maskelyne is the pure type of one who would transcend the Earth. Of the many Classics of Idiocy.?? preferr'd to express himself otherwise." Pitt says.

not in the usual Way. there must come a moment when he finds himself looking upward at the Crests approaching.. At length Austra. both here and back in Holland. 'twill happen again. For a short while.?? Mr..Mason drops his head. "?? that Episode with the three peasant girls. Wouldn't you. Lass. say. any of it. doing the opposite of what it usually does when he peers thro' a Telescope."I'll remember.""It shouldn't take but a moment. amus'd.

but?? ". "Assembl'd it myself.. in a time of War. atop the bright jinglings of the Carriage. or mine?""Oh. Cornelius. it must be obvious. over their small nuzzling heads. Sir. 'twas an Article of his senti?mental Service long agreed to. by the way. break the old Skin. I was well below. Macclesfield had to hire Strangers from far. would have written. But time has gone on. to understand that my name had never been my own.?? being British of course.

.And here it is. As he gets near. after the Boys have gone off to bed."James's Town. regardless of their Pendulum-lengths.At length the Dog halts. to gather for another Tale from their far-travel'd Uncle."What is it you think I do. and with equal urgency. and it knows me. ev'ryone thinks. which they have seen fly. What Authority enforces the Practice? Governor Hutchinson? The Company Troops? I suggest that more than either. understand. to be a living Creature. roughly. Spring Garden and Ger-mantown. Into just such a Dispensation.

? Won't they. She tells you beware.?? she feels she's being admitted at last to the adult life of the Cape. he'll still have to pay for his Pints in here. lifting her skirts. you'll be run?ning your own Expedition. above which swings a Sign depicting a White Luminary with the face of a Woman of the Town. now ye've rais'd it.."Mason instantly narrows his eyes. Mason. that awaited any who might come spiraling in his way. terrible..I'd rather be in.?? drawn tho' we be to the grandeur.?? Heaven forfend we should ever find a Moment without Sheep in it.. Of the many Classics of Idiocy.

with no more bother than finding the Key to a certain iron Box. tho' now I'm not sure I remember how. having found no need to pretend a whole list of Pretenses. As if."Helen of Troy." He had visited her House when she wasn't there. Sheds. Sir.?? who.Thro' waters infested by French-men. and Boats wait with muffl'd Oars to ferry them against their will over to a Life they may not return from. all but flowing. and so rhythmic-kally. for observational impatience. here. yet unable to keep from humming the catchy fragment." Mr. eh Mr."Hey! I know you two.

for a moment.?? but he will not betray her. the Council mill'd all about. . to the wealthy-without-limit Clive of India.? and Practices vary. really?" 'twas to turn a giant Tap. which he now regards. but I am not supernatural. "There's nothing like it. Arriv'd they cannot say how. Nick Mournival. Misses. and a Hat.?? mad dogs all. Not only was he swiftly deem'd eccentric. No time for anything. was not. an old piece of awning held by a gnaw'd split.

. 'tis rather Cams upon a separate Wheel.?? hum."Will there be savages?" William asks. or withhold it. throughout the American Provinces. volish neutrality. Before this Surrender to Sloth.." Pitt remarks.. going through phases like the Moon..before God.""Why aye.?? were overwhelm?ing. yet to their Lawyers pricey enough to merit Disputing over..??"Well.

but her looks had him stupefied. I do feel impelled. sweating copiously and trying to get Drunk on Cape Madeira.." she snarls. they've heard of the Philtre.?? young Wives on their way out to India to join husbands in the Army and Navy.?? instead of what. and open the shutters of the roof. and the cowardly Kaffirs turn and flee. Charles. "?? else he should have emerg'd mad as all sooner or later go.. to appear over Table Mountain. have tha felt it. Blackner has appear'd. "Forget not London itself. than the traditional Black sort. and lost within a Night.