The thing is done. She reloaded. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. “Remember,” he said, “you are not by any means a dying man now, but you’ll never pull through if you don’t husband your strength. She still had her letter of credit.
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