I came rushing upward out of the blackest sleep to find myself surrounded by doctors . . . American doctors: I sensed their vigour, barely held in check, like the force of the growth of their hair; and the heavy touch of their heavy hands. Although my paralysis was pretty well total, I did find I co…
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Time’s Arrow (Part Two)
‘Nine nights later we woke up in the small hours and lay there coldly. “Shtib,” he grunted.’
‘This is a true story, but I can't believe it's really happening. It's a murder story, too. I can't believe my luck.’