ttle in    but trotted off into t toucook breaticed Id some to for some little time -- and sank into one of te metal terrace c -a-pat, I    tell you, but t last appeared from somey sood tirical, pierg, blue eye.

        Except for ta in one ainless steel, many-brancick of as, butc    silver skull and crossbones for a buckle, coarse, cropped, grey ied Indian-style around ty grey in colour.

        "You ts e about t; sion ure hillbilly.

        I burbled in tive.

        " t; sed to ed me still furto herself.

        But noting roar announced a    to ele perso doerrace table, briskly struck a matc of s and applied to ting t in a cable t ed negligently on t to see.

        dressing up for terviein bias-cut lace-trimmed negligee circa 1935,    sugar almond, one    Max Factor look and s I assumed o tural precision of toave     ed-irapezoid.

        But s look    all, at all -- oen or fifteen years you tuagenarian riven as s. Impressive, though. Impressive as hell.

        And you kne o launc because anytill smouldering a ransded beauty. But somet you look at her and keep on looking.

        At once I    into automatic, I assumed tance of gigolo. I picked up , said: "Encé", bo not surprised by t s smile for fear of crag y greeting, eyeing me in a very peculiar    made tively vegetarian.

        It freaked me. S y. So ts . Id never before, nor am I likely to again, entered sucreamed out of t frail little old lady in ique lingerie and ic about it, alt    t extraordinary sexual d ted yard into sexual energy. I    quite terrified, if I , know w I mean.

        And all time I kept t kept running t;tom is up from t;

        Nigainly broug t of jasmine.

        Sy greeting.    you o croug your cell so make you crouch.

        "My sister," suring to and submission u    and an expression of unrelieved icism od.

        ts    my leg, making me jump, and ss greying mane.

        "And times; more exposure to introduce Leo, formerly of MGM."

        t cocked its o side and roared again, in unmistakable faso identify itself. Mickey Mouse does akes a ride er.

        &quratia artis," ss. "ure,    you, darling."

        "Drinkies!" announced Sister, magnifitly clattering a tle-laden trolley.

        After tini, o broac of    cars burning, nigal c seemed to cer, to break your balls. But it    to get a    was briskly c my knowledge of s ory.

        "No, t director certainly    Ben Carre, o t!. . . My goodness me, young man, allace Reid o bad rubbise into your noddle?"

        Nos tongue, as if to scer put aumblerful, to my one, and creaked resonantly from time to time, like an old door.

        "No, no, no, young man! Laugainly    addicted to self-abuse!"

        And out of t came to me t t dreamy perfume of jasmine issued from no floead, rig of ty, do you remember? And I suffered a gly sense of incipient ion, of impendii, so t I ser, alert aing or plicitous, slos of gin into my glass.

        ter belna take a leak."

        Evidently equipped    vision, so ter a pause, came tinkle of running er. So Nature as far as toilet training    out ter making pee-pee brougo eartcumbler, for thing solid.

        "About time," I said, "you met ;

        Nig tur in dress ser on in it.

        "; sed ics; and t seemed, fell directly into trance for, all at once, sand said no more.

        I took advantage of tention to pour my gin dorusting t by t inguiser, king -buckle as sed o us and juggled id lemon slices as if notoaking place. tly normal, even versational to said: "e kisses, red kisses. And coke in a golden casket on top of t;

        Sister tsked, possibly ation.

        "Re youve ; said Sister. "Re you deserve a stiff w;

        t roused t someunately, stood cter of seds, ture    ently biffing ty stomaco urbed.

        "t it too muc;

        "; said Sister. S braying but laughing.

        t propped old me    plane.

        "I used to t; s;Niger nigurning ios, ttoes of tures of t to    of men. And t tle t t urgies of t reverential age, t great age ion.    tion of t forransmission of divine light.

        "No is s tock; but ;

        All t more t s about me. Moment by moment, sitiously, I fumbled ed to get t tape recorder spooling a I; w migalking.

        "Is erprets t or does t speak time, not t of shadows?

        "; serrupted herself.

        ter, ime or liquor, extended rousered leg in one sud noiseless movement and kicked my briefcase clear into t dropped h a liquid plop.

        In spite of t of poetic justi it, t my file on Manne as    admit t noo a great fear. I even t t o murder me, te. Remember, te drunk; it    arbitrarily drotle tools of my parasitic trade, leaving me naked and at to reassure me, but I    expeg it and jumped    of my skin.

        t broke into speech again.

        "Sirement, you knos t almost break taggers beo op retreat.

        "Age does not e sure of t, young man. Sill irradiates t discover true secret of immortality togeto exist almost and only in t;

        I ot say it forted me to to some degree, possessed, and so ly s to refer to    ventriloquial, insubstantial voice t scratcc. But by    very close to turbed spirit of ap Art of Ligell you. And speaking of tter -- Atacula Paradoxa Rerum (1624), tre of Paradoxes.

        she spoke no more.

        ter broke t were wind.

        "ts about t of it, young man," s;Got enoug;

        S,    ble all t me alone . But notranspired because t seemed to    on, t, flat out in    t broug tin dress inguisoo. I sail a set of floods cealed in t, ted drinks trolley, to terrace by my nervous feet, ttle plants puser of ted, suddenly liged a corpse.

        resolved itself, as I peered, o my o a floating debris of papers and tape boxes. I poured myself anoto steady my nerves. Sister appeared again, rigical air. In close-up,    I oo co care w be. So herself, again.

        "e es yall ape recorders," s;Re us folks t;

        S at ts s unscious tents into t and padded after. to. After a moment, a set of cealing crimson curtains s . I ed to see tains, but ts    off and I he dark.

        Uiate teps doo te, I reaclessly for t until I fell into a troubled slumber.

        And I ahe cold hill-side.

        ell, ly. I o find myself tucked into t of my ooyota tru tal lobes and all my joints a-t even try te of t out of t ba again and raiger a    oyota truck. Sister, of course, at the wheel.

        Sook me at illicit speed, blasting t in a toot smile, eve last s, is of sc ya dire operetta in th, I would never have so much as guessed.

        S ed ted too often, too. t ted te courteously, until I raffic, out of their lives.

        o substitute for von Mann difficult to e by in Souter all to let me in on the masquerade. And, if so, why.

        Perructed terpiece of subterfuge, von Mao die    leaving some little , someo s little acolyte, myself, t of est . But, more likely,    resist turning o t one last time, could doo knoure of ill ac    my oion did not make me any t ease.

        In taurant, -juicer op, pursing aste; se Kentucky fried oon and I ed o e upstairs o remio fles and illusion, but she shook her head.

        "B," ser a one, "Not just you. Everyt;

        "I t you said you felt like an enemy alien at ;

        Saring t bangs at te sunligside.

        "Better t; she said.

        I realised I    a    to o rip, and, alt to me, all to realise ed to go oo, and longed for rain again, and television, t secular medium.
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