A happy confluence of wishes.
It seemed we must persuade the gentleman to return with us to the white stone home. Once there, we must encourage the lad into the gentleman, hoping that, while therein, having overheard his father’s wish, he would be convinced to— hans vollman
A fine idea, I said. But we have no method by which to accomplish it.
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(There has historically been some confusion around this issue.) hans vollman
No confusion at all, friend.
It is simply not within our power to communicate with those of that ilk, much less persuade them to do anything.
And I think you know it.
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LII.
I beg to differ.
We caused a wedding once, if you will recall.
hans vollman
Highly debatable.
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A couple strolling here, on the brink of ending their engagement, reversed their decision, under our influence.
hans vollman
Almost certainly a coincidence.
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Several of us—Hightower, the three of us, and—what was his name? The decapitated fellow?
hans vollman
Ellers.
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Ellers, of course!
Bored, we swarmed and entered that couple and, through the combined force of our concentrated wishfulness, were able to effect— hans vollman
This much is true: They were overcome with sudden passion and retreated behind one of the stone homes.
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To act upon said passion.
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While we watched.
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I have misgivings about that. The watching.
hans vollman
Well, you had no misgivings on that day, my dear fellow. Your member was swollen to an astonishing size. And even on a normal day, it is swollen to— roger bevins iii
I seem to remember you watching as well. I do not recall the slightest aversion of any of your many, many— hans vollman
Truly, it was invigorating to see such passion.
The fury of their embraces was remarkable.
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Yes.
They sent birds winging from the trees with their terrific moans of pleasure.
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After which they renewed their commitment and departed hand in hand, reconciled, betrothed again.
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And we had done it.
hans vollman
Come now. They were young, lustful, alone in an isolated spot, on a beautiful spring night. They hardly needed any help from— roger bevins iii
Friend: We are here.
Already here.
Within.
A train approaches a wall at a fatal rate of speed. You hold a switch in your hand, that accomplishes you know not what: do you throw it? Disaster is otherwise assured.
It costs you nothing.
Why not try?
hans vollman
LIII.
There in the gentleman, Mr. Bevins reached for my hand.
hans vollman
And we began.
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To persuade the gentleman.
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To attempt to persuade him.
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Together, the two of us began to think of the white stone home.
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Of the boy.
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His face, his hair, his voice.
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His gray suit.
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Turned-in feet.
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Scuffed shoes.
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Stand up, go back, we thought as one. Your boy requires your counsel.
hans vollman
He is in grave danger.
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It is anathema for children to tarry here.
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His headstrong nature, a virtue in that previous place, imperils him here, where the natural law, harsh and arbitrary, brooks no rebellion, and must be scrupulously obeyed.
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We request, therefore, that you rise.
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And return with us, to save your boy.
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It did not seem to be working.
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The gentleman just sat, combing the grass, rather blank-minded.
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It seemed we must be more direct.
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We turned our minds, by mutual assent, to a certain shared memory of Miss Traynor.
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Christmas last, paying a holiday visit, we found that, under the peculiar strain of that blessed holiday, she had gone beyond the fallen bridge, the vulture, the large dog, the terrible hag gorging on black cake, the stand of flood-ravaged corn, the umbrella ripped open by a wind we could not feel—
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And was manifesting as an ancient convent, containing fifteen bitter quarreling nuns, about to burn to the ground.
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A girl-sized convent in the style of Agreda, the little nuns inside her just embarking on morning vespers.
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Suddenly, the place (the girl) is ablaze: screams, shrieks, grunts, vows renounced if only one might be saved.
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But none are saved, all are lost.
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We willed ourselves to see it again, smell it again, hear it again: the incense; the fragrant wall-lining sage-bushes; the rose-scented breeze wafting down from the hill; the shrill nun-screams; the padding of the tiny nun-feet against the packed red clay of the town-bound trail— roger bevins iii
Nothing.
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He just sat.