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“Why can’t we
propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger
each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery. 8 or
1. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. 95
The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban
police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except
for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been
brought in for DUI. To be free of outward distraction, he
shut his eyes and concentrated upon the scraps she had given him; and shortly,
with his eyes still closed, he began to describe Ruth's island: the mountain at one
end, with the ever-recurring scarves of mist drifting across the lava-scarred face;
the jungle at the foot of it; the dazzling border of white sand; the sprawling store
of the trader and the rotting wharf, sundrily patched with drift-wood; the native
huts on the sandy floor of the palm groves; the scattered sandalwood and ebony;
the screaming parakeets in the plantains; the fishing proas; the mission with its
white washed walls and barren frontage; the lagoon, fringed with coco palms,
now ruffled emerald, now placid sapphire. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it.
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