Trembling,
unfurrowed, she slipped sidewise, screeching back across grooves of
years, to hear again the earnest, high voice of her second or third
collegiate love Ray Glozing bitching among "uhs" and the
syncopated tonguing of a cavity, about his freshman calculus; "dt,"
God help this old tattooed man, meant also a time differential, a
vanishingly small instant in which change had to be confronted at
last for what it was, where it could no longer disguise itself as
something innocuous like an average rate; where velocity dwelled in
the projectile though the projectile be frozen in midflight, where
death dwelled in the cell though the cell be looked in on at its most
quick. She knew that the sailor had seen worlds no other man had seen
if only because there was that high magic to low puns, because DT's
must give access to dt's of spectra beyond the known sun, music made
purely of Antarctic loneliness and fright
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