He flicks an offhand gesture at Ralston: up. Get off the general's bed. The general himself remains seated, meanwhile, and goes on to say,
"It looked the same, but the way it felt... it reminded me of something from long ago." Longer than one might guess, looking at him—but this, what they call the making at the heart of the world, is older than old. It is the first thing. The first of anything. And he could say all this to Ralston,
or
he could say, shittily, "I'd try to describe it, but you really ought to lay your hands on it. If you're interested."
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He flicks an offhand gesture at Ralston: up. Get off the general's bed. The general himself remains seated, meanwhile, and goes on to say,
"It looked the same, but the way it felt... it reminded me of something from long ago." Longer than one might guess, looking at him—but this, what they call the making at the heart of the world, is older than old. It is the first thing. The first of anything. And he could say all this to Ralston,
or
he could say, shittily, "I'd try to describe it, but you really ought to lay your hands on it. If you're interested."