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Even in her dreams, he was less a man than a phantom. His features were always uncertain; his figure often changed shape before her eyes, now slender, now bulky, shifting like smoke. He had become, in the truest sense, a ghost: vacant and insubstantial, characterized by emptiness. A being made of loss.

Even in her dreams, he was less a man than a phantom. His features were always uncertain; his figure often changed shape before her eyes, now slender, now bulky, shifting like smoke. He had become, in the truest sense, a ghost: vacant and insubstantial, characterized by emptiness. A being made of loss.

Even in her dreams, he was less a man than a phantom. His features were always uncertain; his figure often changed shape before her eyes, now slender, now bulky, shifting like smoke. He had become, in the truest sense, a ghost: vacant and insubstantial, characterized by emptiness. A being made of loss.

To the left the sun drops slowly, a red disc without penumbra. Along the country roads, the pines and firs are black-green, with the somber deadness of a tyro's painting of Italy. Lights pop up in the soiled gray backs of towns. Inside the chugging little car the heater warms them; they are each with the one necessary person; they have made love the night before. The rest of the world if it could, would be like them.

"So much to try to cling onto and hold down. The swirling of the dancers, the heat of the ballroom, the dazzle of the lights, the odour of rich perfumes and then Tobias's pig-face, burping and leering and making those inulting insinuations. Damn his squinting eyes."

"The recently proposed 'Nature of Science' statement...represents an appalling imposition of the religion of evolutionary humanism upon the public school system..."

"The proposed revision to the commonly accepted definition of science are so far removed from the consensus views of scientists...that their inclusion in state standards would seriously jeopardize the quality of science instruction..."

"The colonel's eyes were large and filled with wonder, as if the Returned before him were spreading out to cover the entire world, filling its empty places, forever rooted in this world, this life, even after their deaths."

S'éveillant de sa sieste quotidienne, émergeant de rêves vaporeux et satisfaits, Pulmaire contempla un instant ses mains qui reposaient bienheureuses sur ses cuisses puis elle porta son regard vers la fênetre du salon face au fauteuil et vit de l'autre côté de la haie le long cou et la petite tête déliccate de sa voisine qui paraissaient surgir du laurier comme une branche miraculeuse...