Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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Douglas almost laughed, but found he could not take the first step.<br />
―Look,‖ said Quartermain. ―If I take out my teeth I won‘t bite.‖ He pantomimed as if<br />
removing something from his mouth but stopped, for Douglas was on the first step, and then the<br />
second, and finally at the top, where the old man nodded at another rocker.<br />
Whereupon a remarkable thing took place.<br />
Even as Douglas sat it seemed that the porch planks sank the merest half inch under his<br />
weight.<br />
Simultaneously, Mr. Quartermain felt his wicker seat move up half an inch!<br />
Then, still further, as Quartermain settled back in his rocker, the porch sank under him.<br />
And at that precise moment, the chair under Douglas rose silently, a quarter inch.<br />
So that each, only sensing, only half knowing, felt that he occupied one end of an<br />
invisible teeter-totter which, as they spoke quietly, moved up, moved down, first Douglas<br />
sinking as Quartermain rose, then Quartermain descending as Douglas imperceptibly<br />
lifted—now one up, now down; now the other up, now down; slowly, slowly.<br />
same.<br />
Now Quartermain high in the soft air of the dying summer, a moment later, Douglas the<br />
―Sir?‖<br />
―Yes, son?‖<br />
He’s never called me that before, thought Douglas, and looked at the old man‘s face<br />
softened with some half-perceived sympathy.<br />
Quartermain leaned forward.<br />
―Before you ask me whatever you‘ve got on your mind, let me ask you something.‖<br />
―Sir?‖<br />
The old man‘s voice was quiet.<br />
―How old are you?‖<br />
Doug felt the breath sift over his lips.<br />
―Ummm, eighty-one?‖