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The Mind of Miguelito

This time we'll have them, Voltaire, you'll see! This time everything is going to go perfectly. It's a matter of luring them in, one at a time, and then, oh, then I'll deal with James West and his oh-so-clever partner.

Which one do we take first? Why Gordon, naturally. He's the better bait. You know that West would never let him die without trying a rescue. But this time one of them will die – will have to die – to save the other. The mechanism guarantees it. And if one survives, what of it?

I have no fear of broken men.
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The Mind of Miguelito

This time we'll have them, Voltaire, you'll see! This time everything is going to go perfectly. It's a matter of luring them in, one at a time, and then, oh, then I'll deal with James West and his oh-so-clever partner.

Which one do we take first? Why Gordon, naturally. He's the better bait. You know that West would never let him die without trying a rescue. But this time one of them will die – will have to die – to save the other. The mechanism guarantees it. And if one survives, what of it?

I have no fear of broken men.
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I Have Two Sons

And they're not twins. It's not so much the resemblance as the way that they're always in each other's pockets that makes people forget that Frank's nearly a year older than Joe, and when they find out they always ask why they're both in the same grade at school. "Joe caught up," Frank says, with a grin, and lets them think that Joe skipped a year, but it was Frank who fell, back in third grade, and spent most of a year at home, learning how to walk again before he could go back to school for more ordinary lessons.

Just Like Him

He used to let me play with his magnifying glass, and try to lift fingerprints off of the things I could reach from the bed. And he'd read technical manuals about his job, hoping they'd put me to sleep too, but I got interested instead. So after the body cast came off, and I could sit in a chair, he'd carry me to his office, and tell me about the cases he was on and ask my opinion, as if I were much older than eight. Joe wanted to be Sherlock Holmes, but I wanted to be real, like Dad.
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I Have Two Sons

And they're not twins. It's not so much the resemblance as the way that they're always in each other's pockets that makes people forget that Frank's nearly a year older than Joe, and when they find out they always ask why they're both in the same grade at school. "Joe caught up," Frank says, with a grin, and lets them think that Joe skipped a year, but it was Frank who fell, back in third grade, and spent most of a year at home, learning how to walk again before he could go back to school for more ordinary lessons.

Just Like Him

He used to let me play with his magnifying glass, and try to lift fingerprints off of the things I could reach from the bed. And he'd read technical manuals about his job, hoping they'd put me to sleep too, but I got interested instead. So after the body cast came off, and I could sit in a chair, he'd carry me to his office, and tell me about the cases he was on and ask my opinion, as if I were much older than eight. Joe wanted to be Sherlock Holmes, but I wanted to be real, like Dad.
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Snow

He couldn't remember a birthday when he hadn't wanted it to snow. James thought it was because it made sense for anything called Midwinter's Day to have snow, even if it usually didn't, but Will knew that words had little to do with it. His very first memory was of climbing up to the window behind the couch, back when the couch was a mountain and he was too small for words, and the feel of the lace curtain as he pushed it aside with a fat dimpled hand to look out with hopeful eyes at the bare brown grass.
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Snow

He couldn't remember a birthday when he hadn't wanted it to snow. James thought it was because it made sense for anything called Midwinter's Day to have snow, even if it usually didn't, but Will knew that words had little to do with it. His very first memory was of climbing up to the window behind the couch, back when the couch was a mountain and he was too small for words, and the feel of the lace curtain as he pushed it aside with a fat dimpled hand to look out with hopeful eyes at the bare brown grass.
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The Charwoman

There'd been a time when she would have taken the silken shirt off his back, and left him to be buried in calico, but he'd been kinder of late. There'd been a rise in her pay, and best of all a bottle of Christmas cheer each year that she could ease along till nearly Easter. Still, she was who she was, and with him gone there was no guarantee that the next master would want, or even need, the services of an old woman whose knees no longer bent to let her scrub the floors.

She took the bedcurtains anyway.
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The Charwoman

There'd been a time when she would have taken the silken shirt off his back, and left him to be buried in calico, but he'd been kinder of late. There'd been a rise in her pay, and best of all a bottle of Christmas cheer each year that she could ease along till nearly Easter. Still, she was who she was, and with him gone there was no guarantee that the next master would want, or even need, the services of an old woman whose knees no longer bent to let her scrub the floors.

She took the bedcurtains anyway.
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Hours

In the Holy Lands the days and nights had been more equitable, Cadfael had decided within a month of his return. And he had grown used to it, he had to admit, to sleeping nearly as long in summertime as he did in the midst of winter. Not that he had slept through the night since he'd entered Shrewsbury Abbey. The offices broke the night into pieces, and in the short summer nights those pieces were small indeed. Even the abbot yawned sometimes, midverse, as they sang Lauds.

But on winter nights, even a monk had time enough to dream.
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Hours

In the Holy Lands the days and nights had been more equitable, Cadfael had decided within a month of his return. And he had grown used to it, he had to admit, to sleeping nearly as long in summertime as he did in the midst of winter. Not that he had slept through the night since he'd entered Shrewsbury Abbey. The offices broke the night into pieces, and in the short summer nights those pieces were small indeed. Even the abbot yawned sometimes, midverse, as they sang Lauds.

But on winter nights, even a monk had time enough to dream.
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It was like having grandparents, he supposed. He got tired of hot pot, but the thing about the Wainthropps was that he always knew that at least there'd be something on the table, even if it meant that all three of them had scant portions.

Once a week he got paid, and once a week he handed Robert a check for room and board in return, like an formal pantomime of employment. But paychecks or not, he never quite felt like an employee. Especially not at the breakfast table, when Mrs. Wainthropp generally asked whether he'd washed behind his ears.
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It was like having grandparents, he supposed. He got tired of hot pot, but the thing about the Wainthropps was that he always knew that at least there'd be something on the table, even if it meant that all three of them had scant portions.

Once a week he got paid, and once a week he handed Robert a check for room and board in return, like an formal pantomime of employment. But paychecks or not, he never quite felt like an employee. Especially not at the breakfast table, when Mrs. Wainthropp generally asked whether he'd washed behind his ears.
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Old Friends

The jokes are older than the hecklers who never miss a night. They've been coming since the days when ducking under the velvet rope while the usher wasn't looking was the only thing to do if you wanted to save your nickel for peanuts to throw at the comedian.

The ticket-seller takes their coins each night in exchange for the pasteboard slips they collect like memories, and never tells them that the groundlings pay more for orchestra seats than they do for the box where they sit each night laughing alongside the ghosts of sweethearts who once laughed there too.
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Old Friends

The jokes are older than the hecklers who never miss a night. They've been coming since the days when ducking under the velvet rope while the usher wasn't looking was the only thing to do if you wanted to save your nickel for peanuts to throw at the comedian.

The ticket-seller takes their coins each night in exchange for the pasteboard slips they collect like memories, and never tells them that the groundlings pay more for orchestra seats than they do for the box where they sit each night laughing alongside the ghosts of sweethearts who once laughed there too.
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The defeat rankled, naturally. It had been so very long since anyone had dared to face him that Jareth had almost forgotten how annoying the escape clause was when he lost. She had believed, and believing children were farther and fewer between now. But he was an honest goblin, according to his lights, and kept to the ancient bargain: tending to the changechildren whose parents and sisters and keepers had not cared enough or dared enough. His realm was smaller than ever; its tenuous existence dependent on fewer than a dozen battered books waiting patiently for readers on dusty shelves.
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The defeat rankled, naturally. It had been so very long since anyone had dared to face him that Jareth had almost forgotten how annoying the escape clause was when he lost. She had believed, and believing children were farther and fewer between now. But he was an honest goblin, according to his lights, and kept to the ancient bargain: tending to the changechildren whose parents and sisters and keepers had not cared enough or dared enough. His realm was smaller than ever; its tenuous existence dependent on fewer than a dozen battered books waiting patiently for readers on dusty shelves.
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Sometimes, when the leap was long enough, he'd have a chance to sleep.

A chance for nightmares. A chance for dreams.

But best of all was lying with his eyes closed, holding off the day for a just a little longer while his body remembered a hand resting on his shoulder, and his ears strained to hear the echoes of a gruff lullaby. Behind his eyelids bright lights danced in patterns he almost knew; and on his pillows the scents of cigars and hospitals mingled, as if the residue of a painful vigil had been caught forever in his hair.
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Sometimes, when the leap was long enough, he'd have a chance to sleep.

A chance for nightmares. A chance for dreams.

But best of all was lying with his eyes closed, holding off the day for a just a little longer while his body remembered a hand resting on his shoulder, and his ears strained to hear the echoes of a gruff lullaby. Behind his eyelids bright lights danced in patterns he almost knew; and on his pillows the scents of cigars and hospitals mingled, as if the residue of a painful vigil had been caught forever in his hair.

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