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Show -322 last revelation made all the events of the past month intolerable. I saw finally that I wouldn't be able to make any sense out of them no matter how hard or how long I tried Accept, was the word I groped for as we shot in near silence high over the mountains. Accept. I accept, I told myself, trying the taste of the word. But it was too bitter; I couldn't swallow it. According to my friend Father Ragni I suffered from excessive pride. Maybe so. It's certain that there's no consolation in God, or Nature either, for a man with excessive pride. Adam had suffered from it too. The seat-belt sign flashed on and we began to climb over swift invisible rollers and slide down the far side of them with a lurch. The stewardess, in a miniskirt so brief I could see her dark panties with each step she took, slouched down the aisle, balancing herself with her fingertips on the seatbacks; she smiled to reassure us. "We'll be past the turbulence in just a few minutes." She glanced down to make sure our belts were buckled; seen up close a slightly crooked tooth gave her face character. She reminded me of Jenny. "You have nice teeth," I said. "It's a pity the airline makes you wear such a dumb uniform." I smiled at her. She closed her mouth tight and walked off. "What did I do?" I said. "She's probably ashamed of her teeth," Morgan said. |