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Show -319 into those things than it is to restructure the past, but it can be done. I could look on the Skinners' story as Tragical, Psychological, Marxist, Christian, Existential-take your choice. But all of them are opiates of the people. Even the last-it's just that the French like their opium to bring about bitter dreams. My father was dead; my brother was dead. I was in some measure responsible for Carlo's death; in lesser part for Adam's also, perhaps. I could live with that, I told myself. A minor change of course tilted my side of the plane toward the earth and I saw that the clouds were breaking up. My dream of snow was melting away, and through the remains of it I could see real snow and black trees. We were over the Siskiyous and miles below us was a mountain town; what was left of the clouds hung in long ragged streamers from the peaks or had drifted down the slopes to fill the narrow valleys with gray fog. "Buck," Morgan said. "What?" "Do you remember when we moved in together, we decided there'd be no strings attached?" The airplane slowly righted itself; the earth swung away from me. I looked at Morgan, surprised by her solemn tone. Her color was high; her eyes were bright. In the face of a beautiful woman it is difficult to think straight, |