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Occasionally
two
or
three
together
would
block
the
road
entirely
so
that
it
was
necessary
to
go
dead
slow
and
nudge
one
of
them
out
of
the
way
.
Very
few
of
them
were
wrecked
.
The
blindness
seemed
to
have
come
upon
the
drivers
swiftly
,
but
not
too
suddenly
for
them
to
keep
control
.
Usually
they
had
been
able
to
draw
in
to
the
side
of
the
road
before
they
stopped
.
Had
the
catastrophe
occurred
by
day
,
the
main
reads
would
have
been
quite
impassable
,
and
to
work
our
way
clear
from
the
center
by
side
streets
might
have
taken
days
—
spent
mostly
in
reversing
before
impenetrable
thickets
of
vehicles
and
trying
to
find
another
way
round
.
As
it
was
,
I
found
that
our
over
-
all
progress
was
less
slow
than
it
seemed
in
detail
,
and
when
,
after
a
few
miles
,
I
noticed
an
overturned
car
beside
the
road
I
realized
that
we
were
by
this
time
on
a
route
which
others
had
traveled
,
and
partially
cleared
,
ahead
of
us
.
On
the
farther
outskirts
of
Staines
we
could
begin
to
feel
that
London
was
behind
us
at
last
.
I
stopped
,
and
went
back
to
Coker
.
As
he
switched
off
,
the
silence
closed
,
thick
and
unnatural
,
with
only
the
click
of
cooling
metal
to
break
it
.
I
realized
suddenly
that
I
bad
not
seen
a
single
living
creature
other
than
a
few
sparrows
since
we
had
started
.
Coker
climbed
out
of
his
cab
.
He
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
road
,
listening
and
looking
around
him
.
"
And
yonder
all
before
us
lie
Deserts
of
vast
eternity
,
"
he
murmured
.
I
looked
bard
at
him
.
His
grave
,
reflective
expression
turned
suddenly
to
a
grin
.
"
Or
do
you
prefer
Shelley
?
"
he
asked
.
"
My
name
is
Ozymandias
,
king
of
kings
:
Look
on
my
works
,
ye
Mighty
,
and
despair
!
Come
on
,
let
’
s
find
some
food
.
"
"
Coker
,
"
I
said
as
we
completed
the
meal
sitting
on
a
store
counter
and
spreading
marmalade
on
crackers
,
"
you
beat
me
.
What
are
you
?
The
first
time
I
meet
you
I
find
you
ranting
—
if
you
will
forgive
the
appropriate
word
—
in
a
kind
of
dockside
lingo
.
Now
you
quote
Marvel
to
me
.
It
doesn
’
t
make
sense
.
"
