Who was that? The snark? No.
Damn this memory of mine!
Or can I even call it mine when I can't even use it?
"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."
Another jack-in-the-box thought popping up from nowhere.
The only way I'll ever get all this stuff straightened out is to get more information. And it doesn't look as though anyone is going to give it to me on a platter. The Institute seems to be awfully chary about giving information away. George even had to chase away old rub-and-pound, here (That feels good!) before he would talk about the Nipe. Can't blame 'em for that, I guess. There'd be hell to pay if the public ever found out that the Nipe has been kept as a pet for six years.
How many people has he killed in that time? Twenty? Thirty? How much blood does Colonel Mannheim have on his hands?
"Though they know not why,
Or for what they give,
Still, the few must die,
That the many may live."
I wonder whether I read all that stuff complete or just browsed through a copy of Bartlett's Quotations. Fragments.
We've got to get organized here, brother. Colonel Mannheim's little puppet is going to cut his strings and do a Pinocchio.