A large hole had appeared in the screen, with the legs of the steel chair from the other room protruding half-way through. His chair crashed over, allowing him to roll clear, protected by the chair to the left, as the screen caved inward in a shower of glass and small, buckling strips of lead. Then he gave a hoarse shout, threw up an arm before his face, hurled his heavy body backward. For an instant he sat there, a startled owl, nerves jumping, fingers clawing at the arms of his chair. But no Lord directed me.Īs the scream subsided Borowitz's eyes shot open, his heavy eyebrows forming a peaked tent over them. I was curious and free! In an orbit, I was bound to these bizarre events. For the Christians, though they were kinder to the ancients than people I couldn't help but wonder what Greek and Roman authors were here preserved. I thought of all that I had lost in the first siege of Rome.
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