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464 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1977
"I see that we are getting close to our homes. I bid you adieu then until tonight. I will set out two torches, which you may see from your window, to announce when our little gathering begins."
"I did not say that I was coming."
"But you had nevertheless accepted," he said. "Is that not true?"
"Yes, but how did you know?"
"It's not telepathy," he said, smiling again. "A certain posture, a certain relaxation of muscles, the dilation of your pupils, an undertone to your voice, undetectable except to the highly trained, told me that you were looking forward to the party."
Jill said nothing. She had not known herself that she was pleased with the invitation. nor was she sure now. Was Piscator conning her?
And still the Weaver plies his loom, whose warp and woof is wretched Man
Weaving th' unpattern'd dark design, so dark we doubt it owns a plan.
--Richard Francis Burton 'The Kasîdah of Hâjî Abdû El-Yezdî'
Revisit 2015 via audio file 18:03:27
We open with Burton in front of The Twelve, the Ethicals, whom I prefer to call F-icals. He has been investigated because of his 777 deaths on the Suicide Express.
and finally we meet a strong woman in the shape of Australian Jill Gulbirra.
dirigible,
DIRIGIBLE,
DIRIGIBLE
