“And sure enough he walked in between in the alley, looking…aristocratic, (like he even had a cane with an ivory head), his hair longer than it had ever been, black. And it was OK to talk to him, so we joined him and the Edge, and Larry, at a table. We asked first what he’d thought of Gaelan’s tape; light, beauty, art. Neat, but he’d wanted some elements of abstractionism, meaning in terms of symbolism. She delivered the apology routine for less than perfect tape quality thanks to European conversions. He’s interested in it nonetheless. Then he winced peremptorily at her question, the one she was there for, before she even broached it, saying he hadn’t read it yet.”
She responded he'd have all the time he’d ever need.