“What do you see in those heavy waters?” I ask. “Nothing but a bureaucrat from the ministry poisoning the buttercups with a new defoliant.” “What’s that I hear?” “The sound of Gershwin on his ghetto blaster.” “What else?” “The atom splitting.” “And the whispering?” “Half truths spilling from the minister’s case, wriggling in the blinding […]

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