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The Sieve and the Sand
Abruptlytheroomtookoffonarocketflightintotheclouds, itplungedintoalime-greenseawherebluefishateredandyellowfish. Aminutelater,ThreeWhiteCartoonClownschoppedoffeachother’slimbstotheaccompanimentofimmenseincomingtidesoflaughter. Twominutesmoreandtheroomwhippedoutoftowntothejetcarswildlycirclinganarena, bashingandbackingupandbashingeachotheragain. Montagsawanumberofbodiesflyintheair.
"Millie,didyouseethat?"
"Isawit,Isawit!"
Montagreachedinsidetheparlourwallandpulledthemainswitch. Theimagesdrainedaway,asifthewaterhadbeenletoutfromagiganticcrystalbowlofhystericalfish.
ThethreewomenturnedslowlyandlookedwithunconcealedirritationandthendislikeatMontag.
"Whendoyousupposethewarwillstart?"hesaid. "Inoticeyourhusbandsaren’theretonight?"
"Oh,theycomeandgo,comeandgo,"saidMrs.Phelps. "InagainoutagainFinnegan,theArmycalledPeteyesterday. He’llbebacknextweek. TheArmysaidso.Quickwar.Forty-eighthourstheysaid,andeveryonehome. That’swhattheArmysaid. Quickwar.Petewascalledyesterdayandtheysaidhe’dbe,backnextweek. Quick..."
Thethreewomenfidgetedandlookednervouslyattheemptymud-colouredwalls.
