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soul and for the hospital elevator that would bring it, rang.“Where are you?” Hazard Yancy asked.“Our Lady of Angels. About to leave.”“You in the garage?”“On my way down now.”“Upper or lower level?”“Upper.”“What’re you driving?”“A white Expedition, like yesterday.”“Wait there. We have to talk.” Hazard hung up.Ethan rode the elevator.Drifting down from the ceiling speaker, in a fall of static as soft as snow, came his name. He heard it as if from a great distance but distinctly.“Ethan ... Ethan ...”On a foggy winter day at the beach or harbor, sea gulls in flight, high alone and without. Apparently the sound system was malfunctioning. Nothing but hiss-pop-crackle came from the ceiling speaker.He had descended one floor when he thought that he detected a faint voice behind the static. Quickly it became less faint, though still too weak to convey meaning.By the time he traveled three floors, he convinced himself that this was the eerie voice to which he had listened for half an hour on the [372] phone the previous night. He had been so intent on understanding what it was saying that he’d fallen into something like a trance

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published a volume of poems about his visit to the "little temple town" of Gagari in the Western Ghats. The poems had been criticized by the Hindu right; one eminent South Indian professor had announced that Bhupen had "forfeited his right to be called an Indian poet", but in the opinion of the young woman, Swatilekha, Bhupen had been seduced by religion into a dangerous ambiguity. Grey hair flopping earnestly, moon-face shining, Bhupen defended himself. "I have said that the only crop of Gagari is the stone gods being quarried from the hills. I have spoken of herds of legends, with sacred cowbells tinkling, grazing on the hillsides. These are not ambiguous images." Swatilekha wasn't convinced. "These days," she insisted, "our positions must be stated with crystal clarity. All metaphors are capable of misinterpretation." She offered her theory. Society was orchestrated by what she called _grand narratives_: history, economics, ethics. In India, the development of a corrupt and closed state apparatus had "excluded the masses of the people from the

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usually fli, so I go about very little in society."
"But dull-witted? You're one of the brightest young fellows I have met for years."
"You are very kind, sir." "I was reading your account of the siege of Perusia. My grandfather, Livia's first husband you know, was there. I'm interested in that period and I'm getting together materials for a life of my father. My tutor Athenodorus referred me to your book: he said it was honest. My former tutor, Marcus
"Not at all. By God, that was a nasty hit at old Livy about Lars Porsena. Livy has no conscience, that's the truth. I'm always catching him out. I asked him once if he always had the same trouble as I had in finding the brass tablets he wanted among the litter of the Public Record Office. He said, 'Oh, no trouble at all.' And it turned out that he has never once been there to confirm a single fact! Tell me, why were you reading my history?"