John spent the first weeks of summer backpacking in
Europe, and she heard occasional news from Michelle of
his whereabouts. "Suppose he does. He has got five minutes' start of you. It was from Brendon. “Can Lucy and I go out for a walk?” Michelle
interrupted the violin conversation petulantly. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe.
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