I wandered into the shower and let the cold water restore me to present tense. Nick soon followed me. ... tain of Ommonia Square, we played at love and I wished-as I have always wished with Nick-that we could ... be totally free of history. Recent past Yesterday, thinking of Nick, I climbed the slope of the ...

Page 233 from Issue 40 spoke exuberantly with Nick. My mind wandered. Then I heard her say, ... Nick said. Perhaps she never heard him. "Come," she said. "Let's ... this... It's a pretty ring, don't you think?" I nodded. Nick was watching me. ...

highway killer as a character in the novel, are obvious devices for representing Nick. The narrative ad­ ... vances this way: by linkages, adumbrations of Nick amplified by Eliot. The link to the Bronx nuns, and ... Eliot's voice in the novel creates an expecta­ tion of revelation in regard to Nick. Then comes the point ...

blind when he was in a rage. Only I didn't know that then. I found Nick inside the Temple of ... not?" Nick stood up, slipped the tape and the matches inside his shirt pocket, and looked at me. ... "No," Nick said. "Just in good genes and bad genes." There was no malice in his voice, ...