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Itwasasthoughsheweredreamingforthetwoofthem,dreamingherselfandhimselfandallthathadhappened,andasthoughherwakingwoulddriveitallfromexistence.
Itwasathoughtthatseemedapieceofthoseotherqueer,unusualthoughtshehadexperiencedjustbefore...
Thosehadbeenstrangethoughts,comingtohimatamomentbetweensenseandnonsense.Hetriedtorecapturethemandcouldnot.Yetsuddenlyitwasveryimportantthatherecapturethem.Foralthoughhecouldnotrememberthedetails,hecouldrememberthat,forjustaninstant,hehadunderstoodsomething.
Hewasnotcertainwhatthatsomethingwas,buttherehadbeentheunearthlyclarityofthehalf-asleep,whenmorethanmortaleyeandmindseemssuddenlytocometolife.
Hisanxietygrew.Whycouldn’theremember?Somuchhadbeeninhisgrasp.
Forthemomenteventhesleepinggirlbesidehimrecededintothehinterlandofhisthoughts.
Hethought:IfIfollowthethread...IwasthinkingofRealityandEternity...yes,andMallansohnandtheCub!
Hestoppedthere.WhytheCub?WhyCooper?Hehadn’tthoughtofhim.
Butifhehadn’t,thenwhyshouldhethinkofBrinsleySheridanCoopernow?
Hefrowned!Whatwasthetruththatconnectedallthis?Whatwasithewastryingtofind?Whatmadehimsosuretherewassomethingtofind?
Harlanfeltchilled,forwiththesequestionsadistantglowofthatearlierilluminationseemedtobreakuponthehorizonsofhismindandhealmostknew.
Heheldhisbreath,didnotpressforit.Letitcome.
Letitcome
