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pain," he told her. "Not even pleasure?" she asked and
grinned. "You don't understand. Orgasm is death's
doppelganger. Coming . And going. See?"
"Sounds Swedish to me." He grimaced. "Is it
Ingmar Bergman?"
"Yeah. She says it to Humphrey Bogart in
Casablanca. Ha, ha.
What's the matter with this car?"
"It's on orgasm's doorstep."
Behind Blossom's faltering VW, the party in a
caravan of cars crawled up High Street toward the
lake. It passed the Bredforets' house, where Ruth
Deeds lay awake, annoyed with herself for caring
whether she was alone or not. Angrily she rustled her
research notes on the harmful side effects of defoliants.
The car passed the headmaster's house at Alexander
Hamilton Academy, where Jonathan Fields was
discovering that human communion could be fully as
terrifying and as blissful as the divine, and where Walter
Saar was discovering that in the awkward efforts of
human communion there could be that same rush of
divinity there was in music.