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Linda
was
lying
in
the
last
of
the
long
row
of
beds
,
next
to
the
wall
.
Propped
up
on
pillows
,
she
was
watching
the
Semi
-
finals
of
the
South
American
Riemann
-
Surface
Tennis
Championship
,
which
were
being
played
in
silent
and
diminished
reproduction
on
the
screen
of
the
television
box
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
Hither
and
thither
across
their
square
of
illuminated
glass
the
little
figures
noiselessly
darted
,
like
fish
in
an
aquarium
–
the
silent
but
agitated
inhabitants
of
another
world
.
Linda
looked
on
,
vaguely
and
uncomprehendingly
smiling
.
Her
pale
,
bloated
face
wore
an
expression
of
imbecile
happiness
.
Every
now
and
then
her
eyelids
closed
,
and
for
a
few
seconds
she
seemed
to
be
dozing
.
Then
with
a
little
start
she
would
wake
up
again
–
wake
up
to
the
aquarium
antics
of
the
Tennis
Champions
,
to
the
Super
?
Vox
-
Wurlitzeriana
rendering
of
"
Hug
me
till
you
drug
me
,
honey
,
"
to
the
warm
draught
of
verbena
that
came
blowing
through
the
ventilator
above
her
head
–
would
wake
to
these
things
,
or
rather
to
a
dream
of
which
these
things
,
transformed
and
embellished
by
the
soma
in
her
blood
,
were
the
marvellous
constituents
,
and
smile
once
more
her
broken
and
discoloured
smile
of
infantile
contentment
.
"
Well
,
I
must
go
,
"
said
the
nurse
.
"
I
’
ve
got
my
batch
of
children
coming
.
Besides
,
there
’
s
Number
3
.
"
She
pointed
up
the
ward
.
"
Might
go
off
any
minute
now
.
Well
,
make
yourself
comfortable
.
"
She
walked
briskly
away
.
The
Savage
sat
down
beside
the
bed
.
"
Linda
,
"
he
whispered
,
taking
her
hand
.
At
the
sound
of
her
name
,
she
turned
.
Her
vague
eyes
brightened
with
recognition
.
She
squeezed
his
hand
,
she
smiled
,
her
lips
moved
;
then
quite
suddenly
her
head
fell
forward
.
She
was
asleep
.
He
sat
watching
her
–
seeking
through
the
tired
flesh
,
seeking
and
finding
that
young
,
bright
face
which
had
stooped
over
his
childhood
in
Malpais
,
remembering
(
and
he
closed
his
eyes
)
her
voice
,
her
movements
,
all
the
events
of
their
life
together
.
"
Streptocock
-
Gee
to
Banbury
T
.
.
.
"
How
beautiful
her
singing
had
been
!
And
those
childish
rhymes
,
how
magically
strange
and
mysterious
!
A
,
B
,
C
,
vitamin
D
:
The
fat
’
s
in
the
liver
,
the
cod
’
s
in
the
sea
.
He
felt
the
hot
tears
welling
up
behind
his
eyelids
as
he
recalled
the
words
and
Linda
’
s
voice
as
she
repeated
them
.
