Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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Bong!<br />
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT<br />
Calvin C. Quartermain stirred in his sleep and slowly rose to an upright position.<br />
Bong!<br />
The great clock, striking midnight.<br />
He felt himself, half-crippled, making it to the window and opening it wide to the sound<br />
of the great clock.<br />
Bong!<br />
―It can‘t be,‖ he murmured to himself. ―Not dead.<br />
Not dead. They fixed the damned thing. Call the others first thing in the morning. Maybe<br />
it‘s over. Maybe it‘s done. Anyway, the town‘s running again the way it‘s supposed to, and<br />
tomorrow I have to figure out what to do next.‖<br />
He reached up and found an odd thing on his mouth. A smile. He put his hand up to catch<br />
it, and, if possible, examine it.<br />
Could be the weather, he thought. Could be the wind, it’s just right. Or maybe I had some<br />
sort of twisted dream—what was I dreaming?—and now that the clock is alive again . . . I’ve got<br />
to figure it out. The war is almost over. But how do I finish it? And how do I win ?<br />
Quartermain leaned out the window and gazed at the moon, a silver sliver in the midnight<br />
sky. The moon, the clock, his creaking bones. Quartermain recalled numberless nights spent<br />
looking out the window at the sleeping town, although in years past his back was not stooped, his<br />
joints not stiff ; in years past, looking out this very window, he was young, fit as a fiddle, full of<br />
piss and vinegar, just like those boys . ..<br />
Wait a minute! Whose birthday‘s next? he wondered, trying to call up school record<br />
sheets in his mind. One of the monsters? What a chance that would be. I‘ll kill them with<br />
kindness, change my spots, dress in a dog suit, hide the mean cat inside!<br />
They won‘t know what hit them.