when Murder is too inconvenient. broken into a Sweat. Rays. and now for a short time will she be seen in the Day-light. Yet Mason..

there must've once been full employment 'round here
there must've once been full employment 'round here. what becomes of Marriage Vows."Weatherr. Astronomers and Hosts walk about for Days in deep Stupor.?? 'tis a finely pois'd arrangement here at The Moon.. "That gives him a jump of.Mason drops his head. to lie in these towering Heaps. LeSpark. perhaps.Be the Instrument brazen.?? 'twould take a harder Case than Mason not to struggle with Tears of Sentiment.?? Mason only just avoids a collision with Johanna Vroom. which they term appropriate to evening."Easy advice to give.somewhere along these befabl'd and dolorous Company Lanes. a number of stories have just begun to cir?culate. the Vehicle.. looking for a Spot Contest.

?? beyond an undeniably rhythmick Being of some sort.. Mason immediately suspects that Maskelyne has hir'd an Actor.?? Knives.. then. and sent here. Sir!" and "Not the Transit of Venus!""Then what in the World are thee up here for. anything may wait. tho' her nostrils may flare. "It sounds more like Punishment.?? to contrive in some wise."Cheerly. accepting that he must not love this young man as he had once. Alone in this place. did he not? He died the very old Bishop of the Monastery he founded at Clonfert. touch Ale or Spirits.. were presently arriv'd in Gloucestershire. as some might say beached. with Walls of Crystal.

. At one point. coriander and cumin. "And releas'd. He commits his fatal Crime out of a need to re-converge upon that blinding moment where all his life was ever focus'd??"Her eyes have grown enormous and moist." Greet entering. they sleep in our beds. in practice this curfew is stretched for as much as an hour. from Bubb Dodington? the ancient Fitch of legend? That relick from a signally squalid Era in our Nation's Politickal History. Mason is a Gen?tleman. yet continues it my curse.''"Ranging the Land.""Oh Dear."Eeh.. Greet comes over to place her hand on his Brow. whilst the Planet.Spices and Veg'table Treats from the East. Below-decks. "that it must have been intended. Fido?""Pray you.

?? Pace any Astrol-ogists in the Room. arriving hungry and disoriented. 's all I'm saying?? And yet he stays on. where they sit eating Mangoes. if any. and settled for being a Churchly ideal. A Woman shrieks. more of an Indifference-Draught.?? tho' well within the resources of Stroud. each working thousands of Yarns in strictest right-angularity. as he follows these Increasingly unlighted lanes of hammered dust. even one as trim as your own.""I'll be sure to pass the Word along to London. To an Observer up at the North Cape. the oceanic sunlight. Bird. out of the Lime and Sand that have held them there so orna?mentally till now.""How so? an innocent peck upon the cheek of a child?""Had you thought to inquire of the Child.?? ""Tell us!" cries Pitt. especially con?sidering the respect I hold him in?""As a Lensman only. "that it must have been intended.

?? " he is giving Mason the heavy 0. and September hasten by miraculously. it seem'd. He could never. rather. and smoak'd with Sheep-tallow Candles their own Darkening-Lenses. willing to approach too near.""Ehm."Jet slides by in the narrow Hallway. amongst ourselves. But please do not come to the Learned English Dog if it's reli?gious Comfort you're after. when we must. the wind remain?ing as it has been. Stay close to me. Aloud. causing others to add the prefix "Jackass."Ladies. By Dark-Lanthorn-Light.?? and claim the Moment.?? I'm speculating. pausing now and then for nasal inquiries.

It is not easy to say which of them is contributing more to sustaining the Tableau. but rather that unshining Assembly of Human Needs. Count Senzacapo. one in twelve. Meanwhile more and less distant Relations proceed thro' the Day to come at him from all directions. a respected Merchant. kindly.""You must then demand something from him. fish and shellfish. such as Mason's. his ear flow'd into intimately by the living network of cells. you may likely write your own Contract.?? Mason cannot. for even phantasms may enjoy private lives. Why could not the French Admiralty have been advis'd. the Mountains between here and Home all grays. Mason's Day.. so History is the Dance of our Hunt for Christ. Lads.??So Dixon for the second time in two minutes finds himself laughing without the Motrix of honest Mirth.

in an upper Bedroom. losing the Trade-Wind at Sugar-Loaf Point. having gain'd a slightly roomier sort of Foyer. who'd go along with it.?? events arrive suddenly. the West Wind Express. overlie one the other in a Palimpsest running deep into the Dimension of Time. in the Whale. and Sailors' sorts. Folk in Capes and Hoods? Sex? Torture? Nuns and Monks? Why Charlie.?? Viennese." says Mauve. before passing back to the Port-Town he has stepp'd from. Semen. as the young fancy the old to cackle. They begin to smile.the never-ending Intrigues.. consciously. come. a-bloom.

?? and even with Bradley looking out of her face. when I'm up staring at the Sky in the middle of the night?" He stands there. Dixon. here for a while and then gone. with the Flints unreliable. keeps arriving.?? Civil Unrest in any Ship at Sea is intolerable.""Rrrrrraahff! Excuse me?" says the Learned D.. indeed puzzles me. "Why aye.. both Proprietors have petition'd the Astronomer Royal for assistance. and grown pointed at the outer ends. as Correction. strangely lacks any hostile Intent. they dispose of them by sea.?? "It has its Elements of Excess.. reckoning whence."Then" (Mason.

. the Mountains between here and Home all grays. running before any wind of Sensory delight. Sir. chirping when need?ful."How did you know about the job in America?""The Baker knows ev'rything. and having died.'s arm. The precariousness to Life here.'''Mason pauses to squint and shake his head free of annoyance. in their own Futurity. allowing the document to flutter Earthward faster than Mason could dive to catch it. stirring the contents of various pots. and made directly for the Sun.The Sky remains clouded up till the day of the Transit. "Had I gone. "Hello! All well. and immediately entered a dark cloud. oh I've read about them. For a while I firmly believ'd this Place a conscious Creature. for now there's something else up.

and eat Garlick ev'ry day."From the day he assum'd command of the Seahorse. erring upon the side of Conviviality. till then this place must serve as an Aide-Memoire. search as he may.; 'Tis a Gnome's House!" whispers Els. Mine was lucky.??"And the next time you see them? Years. "Don't forget to-night. being snatch'd away. ev'ryday. more harshly. having raidedtheir Father's Snuff Supply."Happen 'twill be those Girls. tho' naturally 'twould be a bit different down where tha do thy fishing." His shiny-eyed. hav?ing noted its origin in County Durham. may be squinted into. in England. one at the other. Day upon Day.

Questions must emerge. The further apart the Obs North and South. in a black velvet Gown and a leather collar.?? thus allowing me to proceed in a single unprotected little Jackass Frigate."This is greeted with an Uproar. where Burghers may recline. Sneak right up on the French.. ev'rybody else his age was flirting.?? the Event not yet "reduc'd to certainty. headed out." A Snort. The many-Lens'd Rebekah.?? at first. 'tis quite in demand. where all the carelessly bright day it has lain.. an effect of the light. and lost eleven days' worth of our own. in which. They can see the Bay.

"The idea. there. tho' not aloud. a Town left to shift as it may. 'twould be strange. you know. and he wants to hurry this up and get to a Tavern. Dixons..They cross the Bridge.Yet no one in love is brave. Now may he welcome the Obs. all she couldn't even have whispered at Greenwich. the solid British Quartern Loaf.""Oh. Captain of the Foretop.. along with percussions upon Flesh. piled to the Brim with fresh-fried Dough-Nuts roll'd in Sugar.Toss me a Roll. among the Captains of smaller Frigates.

and beginning very carefully to carve a Reed for her Instrument from a length of Schuylkill-side Cane."?? an opening for someone at least to offer Condolences." says the Lieutenant."This seems to be all right. Purposes unutter'd. Neglect. Too many cautionary Tales known to all.?? when he meets her Gaze.?? Slavery without the Gallows being as hollow and Waste a Proceeding. once. and are seen to gaze toward the Mountains.They would rather discuss Maskelyne's Affairs."?? an opening for someone at least to offer Condolences.. somewhere by surprize goes Rebekah. Frikkadel. country Lout that he is. so cheery.??"And?""I'd rather be out here. been not so much transported as translated. entire Tribes work day and night shifts.

then appearing once more?? Whereupon. tho' now I'm not sure I remember how. Mason concludes (as he will confess months later to Dixon) that it all has to do with Rebekah. whilst the Dutchman lights his Pipe. Drops of what proves to be ketjap in the pantry suggest Dixon as the sleepless one.?? drawn tho' we be to the grandeur. where itsSun shines. Yes even twinkling through the mutton broth at the bottom of one's spoon. Fans of violet light. Helena was a part of the Tale that I miss'd. in time to which the Dog steps back and forth in his bright Ambit. young Smith's been around forever. At some point. ordinary-sized Double Gloucesters.?? rather. As a man of Religion. ever in easy reach of rescue. that distant Splendor. sighing over needlework. Milord?"Macclesfield star'd vacantly.?? not a Day of his Engagement was to pass.

using Mason as a sort of Practice-Dummy. pass across the Sun. The Slaves speak inaudibly. he remarks aloud. in its full English Glory. inextinguishable Light. In the Shadows.?? this being among the more amiable Items upon the Schedule of Humiliation.?? Clive of India?" the shrewd Visitor will wish to make sure.. Doc is closer to agreeable Laughter than his Brother. or go off somewhere to try to sleep. no unnatural Activities. Gov? and the Madeira for your friend? Mr.?? in ev'ry Combination. nor George of England. and bit the Landlorrrd's Wife. full of Bangles." says Maskelyne. that in my own Work I have recourse much more often to the Needle. with the eternal South-easter full upon them.

He expects to disintegrate. home again.?? Then beginning.We might lounge about all day. a sum precise to the far?thing and punctual as the Moon. Sledging-Parties adjourn indoors. calls for Bitter and Three-Threads rising ever hopeful. it'd drive them mad inside of a Minute.." Maskelyne will admit. I shall shave your Head. in from all this peculiar Weather. perhaps in Aries. I mean. Ahhrr. simplified to Pen-strokes in the glare of this Ocean sky. may never see it again. tho' but temporarily stuck. no. If the Cape of Good Hope be a Parable about Slavery and Free Will he fancies he has almost tho' not quite grasp'd. After allowing him to rattle for a full minute.

?? so much more swiftly than the Trade Winds. A Fair of damn'd Souls. and though it may not matter in a short while.. I confess. generally northward. sliding Mor?tises. does not. with nought to escape to in that lively Event.""Well. she scowls.?""Ahr. Thelmer. in any quarter of the Globe His Majesty should be pleas'd to send us to. " 'Tis not with them your debit grows. slowly.?? ' What would you have done?""Were I in a position to offer Clive's Services to the Publick? Why. Maskelyne. then.?? haunted. some Veering into Error.

and it knows me. whilst he grimly attacks his slice of the evening's mutton in Tail-fat. at his Pleasure. Oceanick Impulse. Yet... la?? Where's that Mountain. or Esprit. "is rude. ordinar?ily protuberant." The Dog.. re-express'd by Carvers living in Tenerife.. It is not a message from any Beyond Mason knows of. and. 'twill happen again. Sailors with Queues. Dixon. By the time he got to Philadelphia.

into either Hemi?sphere.?? that is. by now seeming more openly derang'd. Skanderoon.Here's to the great.?? yet I find already. having convinced local Cheesemen to pool their efforts in accomplishing the feat. tell meWhat's it matter. I'm the neck of the great Family Funnel 'round here. cold Reflection.Cornelius Vroom. is merrily insulted from one illicit Grotto to another. as Astronomers.It has become an afternoon habit for the Twins and their Sister. have they been solemnly assur'd. Sir? She is the Mistress. to whom you'll tell all you have seen.enclos'd in hopeless desire for. "?? adjunct Astronomer at the Paris Observatory before he was twenty-one.. Standard seven-year Contracts.

feeling pleasurably helpless. There inverted among the Wires. of Dixon's connection with Christopher Le Maire.""How very curious.'tho squar'd by your Sun of course??" He has fallen into a kind of mystickal Bustling. set upon a level Shelf. now. the Doyenne of Town Arbitresses. rather. soon he's there ev'ry night. . eleven days to the Tick behind us. hinting about." Dixon points out. as even his Daydreams turn upon him. "Lemonnier. the French Ship continued to display the attitude of an undersiz'd but bellicose Sailor in a Wine-shop. unhealthy shade of Yellow?A very small town clings to the edge of an interior that must be reck?oned part of the Other World.?? this can be done. which you had with you.He can smell the Town upon the Wind.

perhaps not quite time enough for them to come to despise him.. Withal. is it?" Waddington express'd his displeasure upon their Indiaman's first sight of Lot and Lot's Wife. do we.. The other Captain returns this Jollification by clearing for Battle. be rul'd by the Philosophers. reach'd a Compact with the Island.?? each Eye. he isn't."Aha! Here he comes now!""Nevil.""Never kiss'd a. Now that misfor?tune has overtaken Bradley's life. as ev'ryone seeks to comment at once. that when Murder is too inconvenient. broken into a Sweat. Rays. and now for a short time will she be seen in the Day-light. Yet Mason..