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No
fleshly
citadel
strong
enough
to
withstand
the
scrabbling
assault
of
midnights
?
Doubts
flushed
him
.
Ice
cream
lived
again
in
his
throat
,
stomach
,
spine
and
limbs
;
he
was
instantly
cold
as
a
wind
out
of
December
gone
.
He
realized
that
all
men
were
like
this
;
that
each
person
was
to
himself
one
alone
.
One
oneness
,
a
unit
in
a
society
,
but
always
afraid
.
Like
here
,
standing
.
If
he
should
scream
,
if
he
should
holler
for
help
,
would
it
matter
?
Blackness
could
come
swiftly
,
swallowing
;
in
one
titanically
freezing
moment
all
would
be
concluded
.
Long
before
dawn
,
long
before
police
with
flashlights
might
probe
the
dark
,
disturbed
pathway
,
long
before
men
with
trembling
brains
could
rustle
down
the
pebbles
to
his
help
.
Even
if
they
were
within
five
hundred
yards
of
him
now
,
and
help
certainly
was
,
in
three
seconds
a
dark
tide
could
rise
to
take
all
ten
years
from
him
and
—
The
essential
impact
of
life
’
s
loneliness
crushed
his
beginning
-
to
-
tremble
body
.
Mother
was
alone
,
too
.
She
could
not
look
to
the
sanctity
of
marriage
,
the
protection
of
her
family
’
s
love
,
she
could
not
look
to
the
United
States
Constitution
or
the
City
Police
,
she
could
not
look
anywhere
,
in
this
very
instant
,
save
into
her
heart
,
and
there
she
would
find
nothing
but
uncontrollable
repugnance
and
a
will
to
fear
.
In
this
instant
it
was
an
individual
problem
seeking
an
individual
solution
.
He
must
accept
being
alone
and
work
on
from
there
.
He
swallowed
hard
,
clung
to
her
.
Oh
,
Lord
,
don
’
t
let
her
die
,
please
,
he
thought
.
Don
’
t
do
anything
to
us
.
Father
will
be
coming
home
from
lodge
meeting
in
an
hour
and
if
the
house
is
empty
—
Mother
advanced
down
the
path
into
the
primeval
jungle
.
His
voice
trembled
.
"
Mom
,
Doug
’
s
all
right
.
Doug
’
s
all
right
.
He
’
s
all
right
.
Doug
’
s
all
right
!
"
Mother
’
s
voice
was
strained
,
high
.
"
He
always
comes
through
here
.
I
tell
him
not
to
,
but
those
darned
kids
,
they
come
through
here
anyway
.
Some
night
he
’
ll
come
through
and
never
come
out
again
—
"
Never
come
out
again
.
That
could
mean
anything
.
Tramps
.
Criminals
.
Darkness
.
Accident
.
Most
of
all
death
!
Alone
in
the
universe
.
There
were
a
million
small
towns
like
this
all
over
the
world
.
Each
as
dark
,
as
lonely
,
each
as
removed
,
as
full
of
shuddering
and
wonder
.
The
reedy
playing
of
minor
-
key
violins
was
the
small
towns
’
music
,
with
no
lights
,
but
many
shadows
.
Oh
,
the
vast
swelling
loneliness
of
them
.
The
secret
damp
ravines
of
them
.
Life
was
a
horror
lived
in
them
at
night
,
when
at
all
sides
sanity
,
marriage
,
children
,
happiness
,
were
threatened
by
an
ogre
called
Death
.
