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Show 84, Jeffries, Islamorada and meeting the women, the witch doctor and the lion, what a close second choice staying in bed probably was? It was likely that at this moment, in the schools of the city, some poor robot of a teacher was trotting out that tired old maxim about how if you wanted something done, just give it to the most overbooked dervish you can locate, usually a thinly-veiled reference to an idea of their own harried competence. Well they were right. Take now this beard. Lately he couldn't seem to find the time for basic grooming. And way down there, peeking out from the counterpane, he saw that he'd grown the long toenails of a corpse. Row mentioned the zugenruhe and it was a word he didn't know. He went to her books and saw that it was, of course, a German word and the zug root meant a movement, or a drawing, as in the marching of mountains in a range; zugenruhe was the condition of birds before migration, and he diagnosed himself to have the symptoms: a pronounced night-restlessness, and the subtle enlargment of the gonads. His streak of Fridays at Tangier had ended a month ago, and in the last two weeks he hadn't left the house. He made it to the window, there |