Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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II: SHILOH AND BEYOND<br />
CHAPTER TWELVE<br />
Calvin C. Quartermain was an edifice as tall, long, and as arrogant as his name.<br />
He did not move, he stalked.<br />
He did not see, he glared.<br />
He spoke not, but fired his tongue, point-blank, at any target come to hand.<br />
He orated, he pronounced, he praised not, but heaped scorn.<br />
Right now he was busy shoving bacteria under the microscope of his gold-rimmed<br />
spectacles. The bacteria were the boys, who deserved destruction. One boy, especially. ―A bike,<br />
sweet Christ, a damn blue bike! That‘s all it was!‖ Quartermain bellowed, kicking his good leg.<br />
―Bastards! Killed Braling! Now they‘re after me !‖ A stout nurse trussed him like a cigar store<br />
Indian while Dr. Lieber set the leg. ―Christ! Damned fool. What was it Braling said about a<br />
metronome? Jesus!‖ ―Leg‘s broke, easy!‖ ―He needs more than a bike! A damned hell-fire<br />
device won‘t kill me, no!‖ The nurse shoved a pill in his mouth. ―Peace, Mr. C., peace.‖<br />
CHAPTER THIRTEEN<br />
Night, in Calvin C. Quartermain‘s lemon-sour house, and him in bed, discarded long ago,<br />
when his youth breeched the carapace, slid between his ribs, and left his shell to flake in the<br />
wind.<br />
Quartermain twisted his head and the sounds of the summer night breathed through the<br />
air. Listening, he chewed on his hatred.<br />
―God, strike down those bastard fiends with fire!‖ Sweating cold, he thought: Braling lost<br />
his brave fight to make them human, but I will prevail. Christ, what’s happening? He stared at<br />
the ceiling where gunpowder blew in a spontaneous combustion, all their lives exploded in one<br />
day at the end of an unbelievably late summer, a thing of weather and blind sky and the surprise<br />
miracle that he still lived, still breathed, amidst lunatic events. Christ! Who ran this parade and<br />
where was it going? God, stand alert! The drummer-boys are killing the captains.<br />
―There must be others,‖ he whispered to the open window. ―Some who tonight feel as I