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    But he did not believe it, could not believe it—not after twenty minutes had gone by, in the other direction—not after he had placed the book upon the reading stand, stood, walked backward across the room to his closet, hung up his robe, redressed himself in the same shirts and slacks he had worn all day, backed over to the bar and regurgitated a Martini, sip by cooling sip, until the glass was filled to the brim and not a drop spilled.

    There was an impending taste of olive, and then everything was changed again. The second-hand was sweeping around his wrist-watch in the proper direction. The time was He felt free to move as he wished.

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    Hating, he sat there. And remembering. If he was on the verge of a crackup, he decided, then the thing he wanted most was to plunge ahead into it, not to totter halfway out, halfway in.

    He remembered why. But it was clear, so clear, the morning, and everything crisp and distinct and burning with the green fires of spring, there in the sign of the Ram, April. He watched the winds pile up the remains of winter against the far gray fence, and he saw them push the boats across the pond, to come to rest in shallow mud the children tracked. The fountain jetted its cold umbrella above the green-tinged copper dolphins.

    The sun ignited it whenever he moved his head. The wind rumpled it. Clustered on the concrete, birds pecked at part of a candy bar stuck to a red wrapper. Kites swayed on their tails, nosed downward, rose again, as youngsters tugged at invisible strings. Telephone lines were tangled with wooden frames and torn paper, like broken G clefs and smeared glissandos.

    He hated the telephone lines, the kites, the children, the birds. Most of all, though, he hated himself. There is no way under the sun. He may suffer, remember, repeat, curse, or forget.

    Nothing else. The past, in this sense, is inevitable. A woman walked past. He did not look up in time to see her face, but the dusky blonde fall of her hair to her collar and the swell of her sure, sheer-netted legs below the black hem of her coat and above the matching click of her heels heigh-ho, stopped his breath behind his stomach and snared his eyes in the wizard-weft of her walking and her posture and some more, like a rhyme to the last of his thoughts.

    The world was frozen and served up to him under a glass.

    The woman passed back before him and he looked down too soon to see her face.

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