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Show Acting Alone Page 61 along with his troubles with Shanny and Bouncy and Spikey. And his languishing, luxuriating glands must've lent him a mighty glow up there in the special collections room, like unto Christ's own glow. A cool visitation. Yes, take upon yourself Christ's own aura from beautiful examples of Logos - and also, just incidentally, take upon yourself a new, unaccustomed glow of high self-esteem from that one dark-eyed librarian nun. Note her inaccessibly eyeing you from the doorway, apparently suffering a partial animus projection upon you, e'en for thine own name's sake. Like her little sister, she had a face and body as easy to read as Dr. Seuss. She was all black and white and intense and frighteningly guileless and, yes, quite obviously good to the core. He'd been amazed at the completely unpremeditated way she'd rushed to help that white-veiled slut. Sam's own tendency, of course, was summarily to dismiss or condemn such people as Stormie, to stare at them through half-closed eyes while forcing himself to ignore their more or less human eyes. But this nun, Whatfsername, obviously considered people human, respected their civil rights, eyes or no eyes. With a little prodding from Sam the outer limits of her innate meanness and bestiality had been reached in poking a little guilty, discreet, gentle fun at the three weird sisters behind their backs. And she would have to live at close quarters with Krystle, Velvette and Stormie's abrasiveness all her life long. Eat with them. Share the can with them. . Unimaginable. She was so good, so self-abnegatingly Christian, in fact, that there seemed to be no question of her being put off even for a moment by that |