Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE<br />
It was such a day that all the doors stood open and all the window sashes had been up<br />
since dawn. No one could stay in, everyone was out, nobody would die, everyone would live<br />
forever. It was more spring than farewell summer, more Eden than Illinois. During the night a<br />
rain had come to quench the heat, and in the morning, with the clouds hastened off, each tree in<br />
all the yards gave off a separate and private rain if you shook it in passing.<br />
Quartermain, out of bed and whirring through the house in hand-propelled trajectories,<br />
again found that odd thing, a smile, on his mouth.<br />
He kicked the kitchen door wide and flung himself, eyes glittering, the smile pinned to<br />
his thin lips, into the presence of his servants and—<br />
The cake.<br />
―Good morning, Mr. Cal,‖ said the cook.<br />
The cake stood like a magnificent Alp upon the kitchen table. To the odors of morning<br />
were added the smells of snow upon a white mountain, the aroma of frosted blossoms and<br />
candied roses, of petal pink candles and translucent icing. There it was, like a distant hill in a<br />
dream of the future, the cake as white as noon clouds, the cake in the shape of collected years,<br />
each candle ready for the lighting and blowing out.<br />
―That,‖ he whispered, ―oh, my God, that will do it! Take it down to the ravine. Get.‖<br />
The housekeeper and the gardener picked up the white mountain. The cook led the way,<br />
opening the door.<br />
They carried it out the door and down the porch and across the garden.<br />
Who could resist a sweet thing like that, a dream? thought<br />
Quartermain.<br />
―Watch it! ‖<br />
The housekeeper slipped on the dew-wet grass.<br />
Quartermain shut his eyes.<br />
―No, God, no!‖<br />
When he opened his eyes again, the servants were still marching steadily, perspiring,