I wondered how the great-grandchildren of critics would view it.
Thus wondering, I went to bed.
It was late, of course.
I put out my light and listened to the seismic nocturne of the city.
From the next room came a bold, cajoling giggle.
Then quiet.
The building quivered.
The planet turned.
Exhaustion lowered me into sleep on a jerky rope that did not loosen me for a long time.
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