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ayssince Stillman had not yet completed his message.
The last two letters remained―the “E” and the “L.” Quinn’s
mind dispersed. He arrived in a neverland of fragmentsa place
of wordless things and thingless words. Thenstruggling through
his torpor one last timehe told himself that El was the ancient
Hebrew for God.
In his dreamwhich he later forgothe found himself in the
town dump of his childhoodsifting through a mountain of
rubbish.
9
The ?rst meeting with Stillman took place in Riverside Park. It
was mid-afternoona Saturday of bicyclesdog-walkersand
children. Stillman was sitting alone on a benchstaring out at
nothing in particularthe little red notebook on his lap. There
was light everywherean immense light that seemed to radiate
outward from each thing the eye caught hold ofand overhead
in the branches of the treesa breeze continued to blowshak-
ing the leaves with a passionate hissinga rising and falling that
breathed on as steadily as surf.
Quinn had planned his moves carefully. Pretending not to no-
tice Stillmanhe sat down on the bench beside himfolded his
arms across his chestand stared out in the same direction as
the old man. Neither of them sp [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]