And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the
door. Brown engaged in the
usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for
sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo
behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered
the room. Cathy opened her beauty shop, you know. The little streaks upon the
germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the
trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden
flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their
witness and are illuminated. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening
spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed.
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