hooked herself to that cloud which was floating silently, slowly, no one knows where to.
Suddenly she pushed me away with her hand, firmly but tenderly.
“Listen. I came to tell you that perhaps we are now … our last days. … You know, don’t you, that all Auditoriums are to be closed after tonight?”
“Closed?”
“Yes. I passed by and saw that in all Auditoriums preparations are going on: tables; medics all in white. …”
“But what does it all mean?”
“I don’t know. Nobody knows as yet. That is the worst of it. I only feel the current is on, the spark is jumping, and if not today, then tomorrow. … Yet perhaps they will not have time. …”
For a long while I have ceased to understand who are they and who we . I do not understand what I want; do I want them to have or not to have enough time? One thing is clear to me: I-330 is now on the very edge, on the very edge, and in one second more. …
“But it is folly,” I said. “You, versus the United State! It is the same as if you should cover the muzzle of a gun with your hands and expect that way to prevent the shot. … It is absolute folly!”
A smile.
“ ‘We must all go insane—as soon as possible go insane.’ It was yesterday, do you remember?”
Yes, she was right; I had even written it down. Consequently it really took place. In silence I looked into her face. At that moment the dark