8/27 What do you make of it ?' Again the whirl of words, but this time they conveyed a meaning. Dick found a glass of liqueur brandy in his hand. What is my time-limit, avoiding all strain and worry ?' 'Perhaps one year.' 'My God! And if I don't take care of myself ?' 'I really could not say. One cannot ascertain the exact amount of injury inflicted by the sword-cut. The scar is an old one, and--exposure to the strong light of the desert, did you say ?--with excessive application to fine work? |