"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"
"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."
"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
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Exams finished last night. Grades turned in. Em showed up with Mexican food and a birthday card. Tomorrow is my birthday.
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I'm off on retreat until Thanksgiving day when I'll pack the cat in a bag and make the trip south through Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, home again. I'll drop you postcards from the hotel on Thursday night. Meanwhile, the retreat? Transcription and translation work again: interviews with a French-speaking exorcist. ***If I can get the car packed in the next few hours.***
"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"
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