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This is a whole other world, one he’s never thought much about.
But once you’ve climbed a ladder, what use is it?
There’s a murmur of voices.
The main doors open. The group enters. The main doors close.
The palm trees are already on location, correct?
If anything happens, this never happened.
Normal life.
His spirits plunge, then soar, then plunge again.
Chants have been chanted, feet have been stomped.
The planets are converging.
The clock ticks inexorably.
It’s a magic flying machine.
The engine is what makes it go.
Don’t quit now, he tells himself.
Bet you’ve never seen it done like that before!
You sure you got permission for all this?
He’s no longer used to urban crowds.
Bustling around is always a help.
Moods pass. Things look up.
Lost at sea, drifting here, drifting there.
Are you still all right with this?
Try to remember what you were like when you were that age.
Cold enough for you?
Winter getting to you?
Dwelling on the dark side these days?
The enchantments are real. Hold on to that.
Taking things too far had been his trademark.
In retrospect, he may on occasion have taken things too far.
We’ll talk about that later.
Many, it seems, are seriously interested in aliens and special effects.
You don’t want them to think you’re on drugs.
Watch that tendency, he tells himself.