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Mori smiled properly. The lines around his eyes were deeper than usual now. They made him look like an old photograph of a young man, often crushed, but ironed carefully so that only the ghosts of the marks remained.

He swung around. His body, bathed in the first rays of the sun, was stippledwith color like a stained glass saint.

Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.

What it must feel like to lie back with cut wrists in a warm bath, a voluptuous dwindling feeling.

Jusqu'au fond de l'horizon imaginable, jusqu'au bout du monde, il entendait la chute immense et molle des flocons.

Tornadoes were, in out part of Central Illinois, the dimensionless point at which parallel lines met and whirled and blew up. They made no sense.

... that distant look characteristic of people who do not wish to be agreeable...

Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.

A strong wind sang sadly as it bent the trees in front of the Hall. A half moon shone through the dark, flying clouds on to the wild and empty moor.