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I the disks with m y eyes as they w e n t via. I had by no means discovered w h a t their goal w a s . Did they hide the heads of enormous structural bolts, or w e r e they there just to discourage a n y o n e w h o will be tempted to exploit the lengthy median slope as a slide? this query, compressed right into a blip of conventional interest, happened to m e a few times 1 / 4, by no means urgently e n o u g h for m e to r e m e m b e r it later a n d discover the reply. almost immediately the steel disk that d r e w close to w a s part lit by means of sunlight. Falling from dusty heights of thermal glass over a h u n d r e d vaned, thirty-foot-long, unlooked-at, invisibly suspended lighting fixtures fixture that resembled the steel grid in a n old-style ice dice tray, falling in the course of the vacant center reaches of foyer house, the daylight draped itself over m y escalator a n d contin ued from there, decreased via three-quarters, d o w n right into a newsstand inset into the marble on the rear of the foyer. I felt myself upward thrust into its form: m y h a n d t u r n e d gold, coronas of stage-struck protein iridesced from m y eyelashes; and o n e hinge of my glasses started to sparkle for realization. The trans formation wasn't instant; it looked as if it would take approximately so long as the wires in a toaster take to t u r n orange. It w a s the final solid blast of lunch hour; very likely the simplest a part of the escalator trip. My relocating s h a d o w seemed remote, sliding o n the foyer ground, after which it all started folding itself over the sunlit piles of magazines within the newsstand—magazines as thick as textual content books, separated via w o o d e n dividers—Forbes, fashion, Playboy, Glamour, computing device global, M—so full of advertisements that they m a d e a 104 NICHOLSON BAKER splashing sound as you flipped via their eool, Kromekote pages. Incited through brilliant textures and w a r m t h , 4 particular pictures happened to m e in speedy succession, 3 of them accepted, o n e of t h e m n e w to m e , every one suggesting the subsequent. I pictured: (1) The strains of Creamsicle-colored shine at the shrinkwrapped edges of the row of list albums in my lounge as they seemed within the night whilst I got here domestic from paintings. (2) A discarded cigarette pack nonetheless wrapped in its cellophane; particularly, the satisfaction of working a garden mower over it, humming its flickers and paper out over the dry grass. (3) The mowed is still of a dinner roll I had visible as soon as on a pleasant Saturday morning so that it will the subway. It was once a potato-sized dinner roll, judging by means of the white shards, and bending nearer, I famous it because the form of tasteless lov capable roll that was once integrated unfastened along with your order from a close-by chinese language takeout position. It were mowed over the place it lay that morning at the sharp slope that fell to the sidewalk (the highway should have been widened at some point soon within the past): taking a look at it, I had imagined the sparkle of indecision at the mower's sweaty face—"Rock? —No, a roll. —Stop? —Not in this tough slope—Push on," after which the dip of the engine's drone and the card-shuffling spatter that undefined, leaving, as opposed to a chinese language dinner roll, a neat round distribution of white fragments.