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>> Nicholson asked, rather bluntly. >>
Teddy tightened his alligator belt. >> Teddy got up. >>
Nicholson looked up at him, and sustained the look--detaining him. >> he asked ambiguously. >>
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>> He folded his arms, and reflected briefly. >> Teddy thought another moment. >>
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>> Teddy said. >> He came closer to Nicholson, and extended his hand down to him. >>
It seems to me, with your mind, you might eventually-->>>
Teddy answered, but without sitting down. >> He shook his head. >>
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>> Teddy brushed back his hair from his forehead with one hand.
Unconsciously, at least. I may have lost the conscious knowledge of how to grow it sometime in the last few hundred thousand years, but the knowledge is still there, because--obviously--I've used it... . It would take quite a lot of meditation and emptying out to get the whole thing back--I mean the conscious knowledge--but you could do it if you wanted to. If you opened up wide enough.>>> He suddenly reached down and picked up Nicholson's right hand from the armrest. He shook it just once, cordially, and said, >> And this time, Nicholson wasn't able to detain him, he started so quickly to make his way through the aisle.
Nicholson sat motionless for some few minutes after he left, his hands on the armrests of the chair, his unlighted cigarette still between the fingers of his left hand.
Finally, he raised his right hand and used it as if to check whether his collar was still open. Then he lit his cigarette, and sat quite still again.
He smoked the cigarette down to its end, then abruptly let one foot over the side of the chair, stepped on the cigarette, got to his feet, and made his way, rather quickly, out of the aisle.
Using the forwardship stairway, he descended fairly briskly to the Promenade Deck.
Without stopping there, he continued on down, still quite rapidly, to Main Deck. Then to A Deck. Then to B Deck. Then to C Deck. Then to D Deck.
At D Deck the forwardship stairway ended, and Nicholson stood for a moment, apparently at some loss for direction. However, he spotted someone who looked able to guide him. Halfway down the passageway, a stewardess was sitting on a chair outside a galleyway, reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette. Nicholson went down to her, consulted her briefly, thanked her, then took a few additional steps forwardship and opened a heavy metal door that read: TO THE POOL. It opened onto a narrow, uncarpeted staircase.
He was little more than halfway down the staircase when he heard an all-piercing, sustained scream--clearly coming from a small, female child. It was highly acoustical, as though it were reverberating within four tiled walls.
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