Interim
Uncle Maria says — "Five ways to go BANG!"
Hunting of the quark. Quark of the covenant. Fish!
Arthur surfaced for a moment — the island had disappeared in the interim, which was square and deep and full of letters. "W!" he said, clearing his throat. An acrobat swam by, in Nietzsche's umbrella.
Careless bastard.
He's been talking to it for ears.
Four-ears.
Five-eyes.
Five yes. (odd!3).
Six noses, all told. Odd, odd, odder.
