"... Stanton Mick perambulated towards them. He wore fuchsia pedal-pushers,
pink yakfur slippers, a snakeskin sleeveless blouse, and a ribbon in his
waist-length dyed white hair."
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"I was dreaming," Ella said. "I saw a smoky red light, a horrible
light. And yet I kept moving toward it. I couldn't stop."
"Yeah," Runciter said, nodding. "The Bardo Thödol, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, tells about that. You remember reading that; the doctors made you read it when you were " He hesitated. "Dying," he said then. |
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MICK HITS WORLD BANK FOR TWO TRIL"This isn't gossip," Joe Chip said to the 'pape machine. "This is speculation about financial transactions. Today I want to read about which TV star slept with whose drug-addicted wife."
The 'pape machine said, "Set the dial for low gossip."
Accosted by a cutpurse in a fancy N.Y. after-hours mowl the other night, LOLA HERZBURG-WRIGHT bounced a swift jab off the chops of the do-badder which sent him reeling onto the table where KING EGON GROAT OF SWEDEN and an unidentified miss with astonishingly large |
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"Coffee," he said.
"Cream or sugar?" the speaker of the shop's ruling monad turret asked. "Both." The little window opened; a cup of coffee, two tiny paper-wrapped sacks of sugar and a test-tube-like container of cream slid forward and came to rest before him on the counter. One international poscred, please," the speaker said. Joe said, "Charge this to the account of Glen Runciter of Runciter Associates, New York." "Insert the proper credit card," the speaker said. "They haven't let me carry a card in five years," Joe said. "I'm still paying off what I charged back in " "One poscred, please," the speaker said. It began to tick ominously. "Or in ten seconds I will notify the police." He passed the poscred over. The ticking stopped. "We can do without your kind," the speaker said. |
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"So you're not maintaining any New York or Zürich or "
"Why should I? No one's there. Wherever you and the others of the group went, I constructed a tangible reality corresponding to their minimal expectations. When you flew here from New York I created hundreds of miles of countryside, town after town I found that very exhausting."
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demiourgos (the maker) in philosophy, a subordinate god who fashions and arranges the physical world to make it conform to a rational and eternal ideal.
See Plato's Timaeus and the Gnostic literature.
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The time is out of joint; O cursed spite, |
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"What's the matter, Sam?" Al said. He felt himself tense up inwardly; he
foresaw another happening.
"Isn't Walt Disney's head supposed to be on the fifty-cent piece?" Sammy said.
"Either Disney's," Al said, "or if it's an older one, then Fidel Castro's. Let's see it."
"Another obsolete coin," Pat Conley said, as Sammy carried the fifty-cent piece to Al.
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...is here.
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It really is true. Christ, I hope so. Because in that case we all can meet
again. In, as in Winnie-the-Pooh, another part of the forest, where
a boy and his bear will always be playing... a category, he thought,
imperishable. Like all of us. We will all wind up with Pooh, in a clearer,
more durable new place."
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Dies irae, dies illa,
Quantus tremor est futurus, |
Dreaded day, that day of ire,
Fright men's hearts shall rudely shift, |
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Tuba mirum spargens sonum, per sepulchra regionem, coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors stupebit et natura,
Liber scriptus proferetur,
Judex ergo cum sedebit,
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus, |
Then the trumpet's shrill refrain,
Death and nature stand aghast,
Then before him shall be placed,
When the Judge His seat shall gain,
Wretched man, what can I plead, |
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