Roll the bottle this way if you please.
What he wants is nothing less than the future itself.
Fair enough, it sounds splendid.
I’m relieved to see that you’ve properly thought this through.
It is a place of old enchantments and merry shades.
What I’m saying is, we’re living in paradise.
So you’re saying we’ve got the ground all covered?
It was always that way and it always will be.
Don’t even walk in that direction.
And that’s what we’re doing, we’re travelling to the future.
Back there is the past. Up ahead’s the future.
Think about it. I know I’m right.
You’re still making no sense.
How strange her brain is: she can’t work herself out.
You’re just as anxious about this as I am.
Black clouds spill upwards against the pale sky.
The storm arrives at half-past noon.
The impossible is impossible until the very moment it is not.
Everybody is asking questions these days.
It occurs to me this is a sign of the times.
It looks very much like a camel to me.
It must be well beyond midnight.
Who on earth knows the time?
You know what you look like?
When the light hits it differently, even familiar places turn strange.
Might I recommend a quiet walk in the woods?
Everyone wanting something for nothing.
So there you go, that’s what it was for.
She suspects she is safe.
At about this time of night, the village ducks go insane.
It was important to me once. It’s not any more.
The world keeps turning and it has carried them with it.
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