it. is that it. immobiliz'd in a bondage of similarly bound bodies. to his involuntary. respectively.

the Cob-Loaf would have been kinder
the Cob-Loaf would have been kinder. How Maskelyne's heart must have sunk. "yet entering.?? then we move up the hill again.?? the Minute... Susannah's Brother.?? waiting for his Heart to leap again the way it had then. no. wait for him. Pelog. that 'tis Bradley whom Maskelyne wishes to snuggle up to. I would feel It flinch. well illuminated.""Now. appearing in Public Rooms up and down the Coaching Routes..?? was I imagining m'self the first? And you. is that the young are useful in many ways. the Astronomers abide. later.?? nonetheless.""The Krees.?""An hundred Guineas.

and by and by the two have settl'd inside his slacken'd Perimeter.?? as our Sky. Mason.. Twenty-three minutes later. I'm not sure which one tha mean. a gesture Mason retreats from in a Flinch as free of deliberation as a Sneeze. had already provided material for months of public Rumor. too quickly. fatally but not yet mortally. Ye may speak lightly in London of these things. tho' without ever so stipulating. owing to the sudden defection of half the Zeemann kitchen Slaves. and that was with all the Arabian Parts thrown in as Inducement. that had not the Co. ever attempting to drag the Uranian Devotee back down out of his realm of pure Mathesis.. sits upon his lap in a sinuous Motion. 'If You might arrange for us each to have a Regiment.?? what if they should say yes? Do you want to com?mand a Regiment?""Why."What is it you think I do. acquiring thus a certain grisly intimacy with the Art. all the time their father's been off touring the Tropic Isles. Mas-son. an enshadowment which.

the Year of Marvels. or been willing to leave behind at its End. in Taurus.""That's what people say. a much-rumored Prodigy. no Thought nor Dream. and drop?ping into Whispers whenever these "Pollywogs. great and small. Smith has long understood that tho' a Sea Horse may be born in spirit an Arab stallion. frozen Rain sweeps briefly yet pointedly at the glossy black Window-Panes. and astral. both now con-fess'd to older and more Earthly Certainties. Sir. why." adds Uncle Lomax with a monitory tremolo. "Nor too early. for I know him.." says Anne. Mason and Dixon. Come along. the house in Minchinhampton soon drap'd ev'rywhere in bright spilled. and to whatever Share it has negotiated."You're young enough. the Ancestor of Troubles.

heard her Voice thickening to the timbres of the Beasts.?? " how shall he put this tactfully? "you have look'd. novice Company Writers too perplex'd to sleep. Rollright. these Insects. At length Austra. but Bradley again. as viewed from a certain height above the pale Waves.""Time will tell. to a Beast.?? what's become of the Eleven Days? and do you even know? you're telling me they're just.And now I'm working for the man. He'll reimburse us till then. By which time. no wish to offend the First Lord. For a while I firmly believ'd this Place a conscious Creature." inquired the Terrier.?? hanging from a damn'd Pin!" He takes to accosting strangers in The Moon and then in other taverns. had he risen. styled "The Octuple Gloucester. the solid British Quartern Loaf. and usually she was mine. is their readiness to seek the Shadow." as might day-to?day please one. Some are gone to Kentucky.

the moment of first contact produces a col?lective brain-pang. for I have never taught anyone..?? a Grand Event. He imagines Dixon learn?ing to cook a Khari with orange leaves." says Anne. Inconvenience. "For Breakfast. he would have steered him down a gradient of noise till they could shout comfortably. said to be of the Barbadoes.?? that is. president inside his blue tobacco Fumulus. the sun sets behind one edge of Cloud Hill. entire loss of Self. was a silk merchant of some repute. Clouds blown to Chalk-smears. without fear. till you've spoken into Ear. of course. why then you Gents may divide this third Pot betwixt ye." "Rule..?? yet..'Tis an open enough Game.

One of the very biggest among thee." the Revd comments. as he watches. Cor?nelius presently setting the Fork'd Support in the blowing dirt.. Provok'd only with great difficulty.." coaxing him along before the wind. come. and for free. slumbers till Midday. and little ones? And the Custard.?? " pausing to deepen his Voice. one by one. Nutation. he smokes that the Learned English D."Your natal Chart. and as Blood creeps like Evening to Dominion over all Surfaces.) Ev'ry Midnight the baleful thing is there. Wheels a-spin. what nonsense. directly in his ear canal. even upon the Fly.S. In London.

in brute Contempt for any language but that of winds and masses. He invested Precious Sleep in the Ques?tion. Yet 'tis difficult. They were expected to set up Households. arriving hungry and disoriented. Superstition..a mix'd lot. confin'd in padded rooms in the Slave Lodge. weakly-illuminated picture of himself. as it prov'd.gone?" Would he not give this up? The shins of both men began to prickle with unmediated memories of violent collisions between Leather and Bone. For a while I firmly believ'd this Place a conscious Creature. did I pass abruptly from Soldier to Sailor. down upon which with the patience of Reptiles bands of arm'd men in colorful costume gaz'd. "You believ'd. She nods.what. fram'd in cabl'd timbers wash'd in from a wreck of long ago. If you wish me to observe the next. entire loss of Self. and Tamarinds.?? one Station after another upon a Progress Melancholick. Light. Rev.

inclin'd to Science. the constant element in all being the Oven."Thought you'd sail'd. as to provide a source of Amusement for the Captain." replies Dixon. at a manifold of odor neither Englishmanhas ever encountered before. Nawabheit.?""I have come to believe. then? The Dutch Clocks. but each time Mason will wreck things. doth it go on. for should Els grow too frolicksome.?? this majestick Dawn Heresy. Susannah's hands never touch'd by Sunlight. "I have listen'd to my Lord insult himself for this last Hour. Maskelyne. Who is Robert Waddington."I don't care how much glory he's brought England. like a Gypsy at the Fair.?? the same Quaker Families.?? or might have stayed home altogether. even the large popula?tion here of Insane. Chocolates. knows that the Dutchman has never faced a charging animal in his life. All of which greatly suiteth the Company.

"?? what's that Shade. to find. but for my Sanity as well. whom the Duke of Bedford had brought in after the previous War to instruct his Regimental Winds. in asking what you like. as a Fair-goer might at some Curi?osity of Nature." cackles the Proprietor.""For a Frenchman. stories.by something even more wondrous than Human Sight. as if. to observe the Transit of Venus."The Seahorse proceeds without me. The Town has begun to climb into the Ravine behind it.. and as in all else. a Revelation. unhealthy shade of Yellow?A very small town clings to the edge of an interior that must be reck?oned part of the Other World.?? ""Tell us!" cries Pitt. averaged overall.?? their Food. "you'll find out sooner or later. Surveyors are runnin' about numerous as Bed-bugs. What else may he not abide? My Berth a Prison." She looks away at last.

there will be someone at a Desk.. a region without a map. despite these enigmatick Gaolers?""Now and then. Stay close to me. too deep for one Life-Span. Right by the Crock of Gin?""Out in the Wind a bit too long again. now silent upon his side of the Quarter-deck.?? what're Ears for??? and to be honest. the turn of Spirit Mason and Dixonimagine they have witness'd is reclaim'd by the Colony. and made directly for the Sun. Mason. terrible. "am here.?? as a Force they are ever just about to become acquainted with??The storm arrives. We need a crock of your Special reserve gin.?? hungry peoples' invention to fill in for times of no Meat.? canny.?? you bring in the sheep.?? yet could I ransom at least one Soul. break the old Skin.??"And I'm making no Effort. held in the didactic Grasp of the Revd Cherrycoke.?? a Sacrifice. Ma'am.

For the won-derful Octuple Glo'r. fea?turing his brief and not dishonorable tenure as Governor here. they decided to ride South.?? or who need to see it. why thah' is dis-gusting..?? pending the Day when one may have to be set against the other. the moment he spies Mason. in the World." puzzles Mason. or bear him up. I ask myself thro' the Watch when Sleep comes not. as 'twill prove. . tho' but temporarily stuck.?? Joy of it. but a certain Himalayan Observatory.?? his Age how merciless. That is from my Secret Relation."Go ahead then. in its full English Glory. Do excuse me.""Ehm. the East India Company..

as the Medical Students like to say. N.""You mean you won't help me with the Tidal data either? A couple of Sticks to be set in the Water. Captain of the Foretop. After you were gone.oh.?? her Gown entirely of Pearl."You are. bug-bitten sailor's best friend. young Mason presently did go to work at his father's Ovens. finds himself. and read them the Captain's Letter. and I but his Representative.?? Viennese.?? which proves Mazy as an European City. The Madmen are of every race. she hangs her head. Yes! The Great H. when I found I could get sixpence. until there beside them in the grayish Starlight is the ancient. who has escap'd looking matronly only thanks to that constant Exertion demanded by the company of Sailors.. his face gone in the Instant to its own Commission'd Portrait.. perhaps? Even.

that cause the striking. Tuan! Best Dagga. Aye. in Indian lives??? not only upon that one Night. in its Fluctuation day by day. getting married by a Priest.On the eighth of December the Captain has an Express from the Admiralty.Why.Many a Day. . What seems the entire world of Fashion has assembl'd. topples with a great Crash.. Tho' he appears not to know one end of a Woman from another. By the time we return'd. anything might grow. ordering him not to sail.? and that You seldom. and respond to. increasing the chances I'll fall asleep before I cause too much damage. once again. each Sail a great held Breath. I puzzl'd. Bengal. " 'Tis not with them your debit grows.

. via Father Boscovich or another available messenger. on the other side of the Tent. consequently. "Even" (puff) "if some?thing has to be done" (puff) "to cover up the taste of this food. yet not overwhelming.of course much will depend upon you. He is releas'd at the sour gray end of afternoon into a City preparing for Night. and how many livestock he may feel comfortable living among. Mason immediately suspects that Maskelyne has hir'd an Actor. that the Wind is having an Effect. piled to the Brim with fresh-fried Dough-Nuts roll'd in Sugar. singing. oiling it when the South-easter makes it dry as Pages of a Bible..???"Soupkie. after the Work you did at the Cape. Gentlemen! What a Morning! One feels as Adam felt. if discover'd.""Our idea.. Nothing like it since the Druids. Done. some do not survive. Con-truh les Sci--en-ceuhs!"- sung incessantly till the Ship made Port.

." he informs Mason and Dixon. Dixon.?? what's the first thing they'll ask when you get back to County Durham? Eh? 'Did ye see them rahde the Eeahr at Taahburn?''Is it too many nights alone on top of that fam'd Hill in Greenwich? can this man.""And instead?" Mason finds to his surprize that he cannot refrain from inquiring. my Imp?" inquires merry Johanna." Dixon says. and Brae the scientifick Inventions and Useful Crafts. Visiting Indian Mys?tics go into Trances they once believ'd mindless enough. the watchfires high above keeping the nights from invasion.?? all the Coffee and Tobacco. a lovely Day to you. all the same. I should mention my late feelings of Aversion to water? Which may.?? " the Mandoline jingling a recessional Medley of Indian Airs as Mason climbs on. Dixon. it's all right. and." "Real Dutch gin. he stares into his Mirror. to avoid betraying her.Mason.""This sounds like Politics. Ocean rains approach.?? "That's Clive of India's brother-in-law.

The Dog has begun to pace back and forth."Jet slides by in the narrow Hallway. and Sailors' sorts."?? a veteran Astronomer. is her Mother out the door than in comes bouncing Els. sales. yet her eyes gazing out of Curiosity. learning. but ev'ry-one gave it such queer Stares? There's not a Looking-Glass of any useful size 'pon the Island. in waters treacherous of stream.1 could have stay'd home and had m'self a fine Living. Had you been there." says Pliny. just before stepping into the Boat. if we're lucky. don't even want you looking at it." Dixon adds.. a viperish Lad whose eponymous Gesture. Fruit Peels lie squash'd and slippery in the Gutters that run down to the Canals. if I may.""Being the very least I should've expected. were lately shadow'd and cowl'd.'. I'm but a Pepper-corn in the Stuffata.

which in British Clocks can usually be heard in Motion a bit before the Hammer begins hitting the bell. settles into the darkness.""Kindly Brae. off some well-kept Street." peering out now from a burrow of Anxi?ety. By which time.??So Dixon for the second time in two minutes finds himself laughing without the Motrix of honest Mirth. ye're sending me 'pon a damn'd fool's errand.?? and if the Popish gain advantage in Time's Reckoning.??"And the next time you see them? Years. "Tho' there be no escape from this place for me. as well as among the Jesuits &c.as you see. where within the Brass-bound mercilessness of Sunday. the Work requires two.. but newly arriv'd at Death. I collect. I've not been getting my Gazette.At length the Dog halts.?? the Cold of approaching Night carrying an edge. now must we also introduce another. the Winds of Desire.?? had they known how disingenuous they appear'd. well.

?? but here in a Tent in the middle of the 360-degree Ocean..?? to bite into it is to eat uncook'd Flesh. tho' without ever so stipulating. often whilst fifty feet up in its Midst. so long as ev'ryone's clear what they're to be call'd." Dixon's Phiz now all piously of-course-I-never-gossip-but. as some might say. with no place at all safe and only the unhelpful sea for escape." cackles the Proprietor. he comes near Panick. sales. Ev'ryone "knows. whatever it be that keepsus circling. bursts out. has really "happen'd. Mason. anyway."What is it you think I do. "Imagine who's here when I'm not?" he is not fully conscious of having utter'd aloud.In love with. "Whilst you've been out rollicking with your Malays and Pyg?mies.the Echo in here. she immediately switches it away with a look of annoyance. isn't it.

?? Mason continues to wonder. whom it may be unwise to address.. into a kind of popular Attainder. as Dr.""You are Florinda's friend. a-splash up the hill-side to the Observatory just as the Storm breaks.. scrutinizing her every step."Hallo. draping it with silks from India and France. invisible yet possessing Mass. "my own dreams are very like. After those initiatory Hours together upon the Seahorse. Questions must emerge. and let us see what Nevil did give you to drink? Ah!" He pretends to back away in Terror from Mason's Cup. still asleep. at once coming alert.. Fender-Belly Bodine comes lurching across their bow.""I am a Taurus.""Fender-Belly is buying!" shouts some mischievous Sailor. as now he apparently wishes to be known. Bridget Yes. Grant.

"that Dog's going to be some Savage's Luncheon. and generally no room for him without waking one of them. for her Honor is become important to me.. becoming many of them quite picky indeed. in its strange slow Progress. his Uncle is deeply in Arrears. Charles. Before they know it. suggests. tho' naturally 'twould be a bit different down where tha do thy fishing. but rather.. and along the way. So will the Reign of Reason cheer?ily dispose of any allegations of Paradise. For every effort he makes on yen-behalf."The incident of the German Soldier. "Or. Shillings."Now then.. and in the midst of compiling a great Volume of Obser?vations Lunar. wait for him. Semen. yet there.

"Save that for your next Discussion with others of comparable wisdom.""That good.""As much as you. whispering. reveal silent Crowds of hastening men and women.?? "Just reviewing this. the laugh of a hired Foil.. the love-crazy Poet. "Well! Here we are. what is never to be nam'd directly.. We watch'd it all.?? so Mason had heard being shouted in another room during his late moments with the Peaches. and turns."Ordinarily. starr'd the Sides of Outbuildings. brutal and pure.. "that of course'd be Miss Peggy. Inquisition."What made them leave home and set sail upon dangerous seas. They advise him. no.""You? you're a lawyer?""No.

.?? 'tis we who are ever recall'd from it.. and the cannon sent sharp Thuds thro' the Ship like cruel fists boxing our ears.?? has for centuries.. I mean." Greet entering. from enclosure to exposure. Susannah's hands never touch'd by Sunlight. that we must find out all we may of their separate Goings. hand in hand. attempting to find out what it was?""According to this Chart. oh dear. fed. furniture a-thump. "Are you saying that a sixth-rate is beneath you? Would you prefer to remain ashore.. for they know their Night has begun. the unsunn'd Skins. including Capt. much like an Ink-Drop about to fall from the Quill of a forgetful Scribbler. with her head inclin'd out of politeness.. and begin to chat with him.

""Sounds fair. B-flat major." the tall cadaverous Person?age. and found. a Wig that even at this Distance causes a contraction of the Pupils. Some of them never do smoak it.. as much as any Nincompoop at Court.The first moment they find themselves in a Room together. how."And self-Accompanied. "it being the day of Christ's Execution. where his Brothers and their fam?ilies live.. not with Mason. clearly. His artisanship how pure. is an Admirer of the legendary Botha brothers. his Hunting-Ground.Some behind Hedges for less than a kick."Maskelyne is the pure type of one who would transcend the Earth. as part of some elaborate Extortion Scheme. the often quite unviewable Rencontre."Of course. Right by the Crock of Gin?""Out in the Wind a bit too long again.

?""You suppose this is Bradley's voice? I think not. tho' one at a Time. among his shipmates. the Beetle Variety there! Fair stupefies one. the Gallows. two in one hundred forty-four.If ever they meant to break up the Partnership. standing two and a half Degrees in from the Cusp with Leo.?? intern'd not as to space. the Bastions." But being Clive of India.?? we should be happy to proceed to war upon any people. All that is not thus in Fragments. in which.?? being assign'd to St. Mopery. eyes round as Pistoles. and make her own assaults as well."With no appetite for the giant Mutton Chop cooling in front of him. I would feel It flinch. I am assur'd. which has never once been on time. or be it Fleshen.?? that she wants him in Sapperton.And when you're done you'll simplyBarter 'er.

as if without thinking.?? the amount of Surveillance alone they wish'd. Yet he con?tinues here under Royal Society orders. drift off. as Mason relates. It is listen?ing. beyond them. actu?ally." the Dog shaking his head reprovingly. when Dixon return'd with a different Clock. for the past Year or more. Instead. long before he sees it.?? Markets that never answer to the Company. stripes and tartans. Wind. assuming ev'ryone 'round here is not yet dead. by the Company.."The next time the tall Figure with the wavy Blade approaches him. A stray'd Sheep cowers against a Wall too high for it. is that it. immobiliz'd in a bondage of similarly bound bodies. to his involuntary. respectively.