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The Man who belonged on Earth
Iknowthatyou’reright.Ican’tunderstandtheirgame,butthismuchisright:Wemustnotseetheworldastheywantustoseeit.It’ssomesortoffraud,veryancientandveryvast—andthekeytobreakitis:tocheckeverypremisetheyteachus,toquestioneveryprecept,to—"
Shewhirledtohimatasuddenthought,butshecutthemotionandthewordsinthesameinstant:thenextwordswouldhavebeentheonesshedidnotwanttosaytohim.Shestoodlookingathimwithaslow,brightsmileofcuriosity.
Somewherewithinhim,heknewthethoughtshewouldnotname,butheknewitonlyinthatprenatalshapewhichhastofinditswordsinthefuture.Hedidnotpausetograspitnow—becauseinthefloodingbrightnessofwhathefelt,anotherthought,whichwasitspredecessor,hadbecomecleartohimandhadbeenholdinghimformanyminutespast.Herose,approachedherandtookherinhisarms.
Heheldthelengthofherbodypressedtohis,asiftheirbodiesweretwocurrentsrisingupwardtogether,eachtoasinglepoint,eachcarryingthewholeoftheirconsciousnesstothemeetingoftheirlips.
Whatshefeltinthatmomentcontained,asonenamelesspartofit,theknowledgeofthebeautyinthepostureofhisbodyasheheldher,astheystoodinthemiddleofaroomhighabovethelightsofthecity
