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He
said
,
I
’
m
very
promiscuous
then
.
I
never
go
to
bed
with
the
people
I
love
.
I
did
once
.
I
said
,
you
warned
me
against
Barber
Cruikshank
.
I
’
m
warning
you
against
myself
now
,
he
said
.
He
stood
watching
the
vriki
.
You
know
the
Ashmolean
Uccello
?
The
Hunt
?
No
?
The
design
hits
you
the
moment
you
see
it
.
Apart
from
all
the
other
technical
things
.
You
know
it
’
s
faultless
.
The
professors
with
Middle
-
European
names
spend
their
lives
working
out
what
the
great
inner
secret
is
,
that
thing
you
feel
at
the
first
glance
.
Now
,
I
see
you
have
the
great
inner
secret
,
too
.
God
knows
what
it
is
.
I
’
m
not
a
Middle
-
European
professor
,
I
don
’
t
really
care
how
it
is
.
But
you
have
it
.
You
’
re
like
Sheraton
joinery
.
You
won
’
t
fall
apart
.
He
spoke
it
all
in
a
very
matter
-
of
-
fact
voice
.
Too
.
It
’
s
hazard
,
of
course
,
he
said
.
The
genes
.
He
lifted
the
vriki
off
the
gas
-
ring
at
the
last
possible
moment
.
The
only
thing
is
,
he
said
,
there
’
s
that
scarlet
point
in
your
eye
.
What
is
it
?
Passion
?
Stop
?
He
stood
staring
at
me
,
the
dry
look
.
It
’
s
not
bed
,
I
said
.
But
for
someone
?
For
no
one
.
