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Ice, why hollow? – She wrote, from quibble to pun. And back again. Just for fun. This is how she remembered it, in hospital, drifting in and out of consciousness, under the influence, it seems, of sister morphine: As a special treat, after dinner, she was allowed to disturb her grandfather up in his observatory. …
Inside the drowned man, Hobbes found the whale. Inside the whale, Hobbes found nothing but junk. Among the cardboard boxes and bin-liners, outside a restaurant called perplexingly Le Chat Noir, someone had dumped a manikin, which appeared to have been super-glued with angel wings. A large black dog or possibly werewolf springs and snaps off …
“I began,” she declared over the tea strainer, “to note the changes in his appearance… He stopped going to have his hair cut. He began to wash less and less. His jokes became progressively more obscure; he would lapse into long, unaccountable silences, punctured by exclamations and laughter.” In the middle of the hall was …