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| − | '''[T]he dream came and found him...''' | + | '''[T]he dream came and found him...'''<br> |
| − | Reef's contribution to the dream | + | Reef's contribution to the hallucination/dream motif previously referenced on 536. The color yellow seems to be significant here and elsewhere, especially coded to Webb Traverse. |
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| − | + | In the dream they were no longer in the ghostly canyons of the McElmo but in the city, not Venice but noplace American either, with an umappable operational endlessless (sic) to its streets, the same ancient, disquieting pictures engraved on its walls as back in the McElmo, spelling out a story whose pitiless truth couldn't be admitted officially by the authorities here because of the danger to the public sanity.... It was darker out here than he had any idea of. In the distance Reef caught sight of a procession of miners in their long rubber coats, only one of them, about halfway along, with the candle stub in his hat lit. Like postulants in habits, they proceeded single file down a narrow street like a humid drift lit back or front by a yellow lamp. As Reef came closer he saw the bearer of the light was Webb. <br> | |
| − | + | "Small victories," Webb greeted him. "Just to come away with one or two. To praise and to honor the small victories where and however they happen."<br> | |
| − | + | "Hasn't been too many of htem lately, Pa," Reef tried to say.<br> | |
| − | + | "Not talking about yours, you numbskull."<br> | |
| − | Understanding that this was Webb's attempt to pass on another message, like up the séance in the Alps, Reef saw just for one lucid instant that this was the | + | Understanding that this was Webb's attempt to pass on another message, like up the séance in the Alps, Reef saw just for one lucid instant that this was the precise intelligence he needed to get him back to where he had wandered off the trail, so long ago. And then he was awake and trying to remember why it was important.</blockquote> |
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[T]he dream came and found him...
Reef's contribution to the hallucination/dream motif previously referenced on 536. The color yellow seems to be significant here and elsewhere, especially coded to Webb Traverse.
In the dream they were no longer in the ghostly canyons of the McElmo but in the city, not Venice but noplace American either, with an umappable operational endlessless (sic) to its streets, the same ancient, disquieting pictures engraved on its walls as back in the McElmo, spelling out a story whose pitiless truth couldn't be admitted officially by the authorities here because of the danger to the public sanity.... It was darker out here than he had any idea of. In the distance Reef caught sight of a procession of miners in their long rubber coats, only one of them, about halfway along, with the candle stub in his hat lit. Like postulants in habits, they proceeded single file down a narrow street like a humid drift lit back or front by a yellow lamp. As Reef came closer he saw the bearer of the light was Webb.
Understanding that this was Webb's attempt to pass on another message, like up the séance in the Alps, Reef saw just for one lucid instant that this was the precise intelligence he needed to get him back to where he had wandered off the trail, so long ago. And then he was awake and trying to remember why it was important.
"Small victories," Webb greeted him. "Just to come away with one or two. To praise and to honor the small victories where and however they happen."
"Hasn't been too many of htem lately, Pa," Reef tried to say.
"Not talking about yours, you numbskull."
