panic subsided.

    In ty bar,  across from eac a small table and listening as McInnes droned on, I felt made of stone. ance above and beyond me, and rolled my actions and feelings ence. Giving in to t like falling in love. Submit, let go. My limbs remendous gravity, as if being sucked out of space and time. Liged beam. A movie e self, ive and any distinct visual style t o draory, no plot, just cer and sensation. A face appears, speaks, and I am scared. A cold  is follo notes from t a c, a o t. At some conscious level, I glimpsed a boy, ed from tia and cogether ignored.

    t t of trance o look at tion, I, too, felt curiously refres for eig my sticky s and tted  my temples belied t possibility. McInnes seemed totally .  and drank it do of ty bar, y and fascination. I offered  smoking in the dead of morning.

    quot;Did I say anyt; I asked at last.

    quot;Do you kno;

    quot;A smattering,quot; I replied. quot;two years in ;

    quot;You ;

    quot; did I say?  did you make of it?quot;

    quot;Im not sure. s a ec;

    quot;I never ;

    quot;You cried out as if someterrible  der teufel. t?quot;

    quot;I never met t;

    quot;And t a fiend?quot;

    quot;Maybe.quot;

    quot;Der Kobolden? You sever t;

    quot;None.quot;

    quot;Entfü;

    quot;Sorry.quot;

    quot;I could not tell rying to say. It  for your parents, and it  mit, mit—ts ? You ed to go ;

    quot;But my parents arent German.quot;

    quot;ted to