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’“‘I wasn’t sure I ought to do it. “Fair enough. “He is outside,” said the Peacock Cloak, whose hundred eyes could see through many different kinds of obstacle. from foot to foot on the tiles beside the boat: a tall, loose-limbed marionette in the threadbare remnan

It’s like the mind can’t stop thinking about the grotesque, and can’t stop forgetting about the likely. I’m tempted to say too clear, as if it was rolled there for police identification. Pamela Sargent, “Mindband,” Asimov’s, April/May. Steel cables serve as railings, and with arms spread wide, he slowly drops out of view.