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and the book goes splat!

and the book goes THUD

and the book wiiiiiiiiilts

'At three o'clock in the morning the ward was fully itself, a place of darkness behind the membrane of apparent reality, a realm where nothing was certain and everything in doubt, an enclave of enforced intimacy where strangers hawked, spat, snored, farted, and peed in bottles while nurses ministered to them in stealth and whispers.'

'Do you think I'm a danger to myself and society at large?'

'I think everybody's potentially a danger to himself and society; everybody is like a grenade that's safe until you pull the pin but it isn't always easy to know when the pin's been pulled.'

'Yes, I abased myself at her feet. Do you want her shoe size?'

'It's the final landfall and I'd like to fetch a good one, maybe die in the middle of a really classy paragraph or a wholly improper act. But not in hospital.'

'The dead sail with us....'

'He had no instruments, only himself, his thousandfold memory and the dead who sailed with him, chanting the names of winds and swells and stars.'

'....she was a creature of quickness and memory, a magic of wind and wood, winged with a landfall-hungry sail, rigged with ropes of nothing-forgotten, keeled with the shape of answer-the-sea.'