Most people are good, my dear chap, don't you know that? Most people are kind. He broke off as I went round the back of the bar, replaced the bottles, locked the doors, placed the keys in his dressing-gown pocket and took his arm. She nodded, her eyes following me until I closed the door behind me. I put the book down and headed for the lee door. He beamed paternally at me as I passed through and as it seemed late in the day to point out to Lonnie that the better class malts stood in no need of the anaemic assistance of soda I just nodded and went below. It was after midnight but not yet closing hours in the lounge bar, for Lonnie Gilbert, with a heroically foolhardy disregard for what would surely be Otto's fearful wrath when the crime was discovered, had both glass doors swung open and latched in position, while he himself was ensconced in some state behind the bar itself, a bottle of malt whisky in one hand, a soda syphon in the other. And, of course, a little assistance." He drank half his malt in one gulp and intoned: Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable-" How, you will ask, can one forget the future? Well, for one thing, it takes practice. But some of us-very, very few and it would not be right of me to say that we're gifted with a prescience and understanding and intelligence far beyond the normal ken, so I'll just say we're different some of us, I say, drink to forget the future. All of it-the livelong day." He lifted his recharged glass. The only good thing you can say about a today is that at any given moment such and such a portion of it is already irrevocably past'-he paused to admire his speech control-"Irrevocably past, as I say, and, with the passing of every moment, so much less of it to come.
I don't want to, mind you, for tomorrows, We found, are always distressingly similar to todays. The day after tomorrow? Well, yes, if I must, I'll face the day after tomorrow. "And that, my dear boy, is the whole point of the exercise, I don't want to get up tomorrow. Lonnie, unsurprisingly, was still at his station in the lounge when I reached there.
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I closed the door behind me, carefully wedging a spent book match between the foot of the door and the sill: that door would have to open only a crack and the match would drop clear. I then locked my medical bag-it was considerably larger and heavier than the average medical bag but then it held a considerably greater amount of equipment -and put it out in the passage. In spite of the trawler's wildly erratic behaviour those coins would remain where they were, held in place by the pressure of the clothes inside but as soon as the lid was opened, the pressure released, and the lid then lifted even partway towards the vertical, the Coins would slide down to the feel? of the pockets. Both my cases had elasticised linen pockets in the lids and in each pocket in each lid, holding the lids as nearly horizontal as possible, I placed a small Goin just at the entrance to the pocket. As far as I could recall everything was as I had left it and nothing had been disturbed but, then, a practised searcher rarely left any trace of his passing. Show ’em the first rate sorcerer you are.If anybody had been in my cabin and gone through my belongings, he'd done it in a very circumspect way. They’ll wait a year ’til you’re available! Give ’em the old double whammy, daze and dazzle ’em. Give ’em the old razzle dazzle, razzle dazzle ’em. Razzle dazzle ’em, And you’ve got a romance Though you are stiffer than a girder, They let ya get away with murder. When you’re in trouble, go into your dance. Back since the days of old Methuselah, Everyone loves the big bamboozaler Give ’em the old three-ring circus, stun and stagger ’em. How can they hear the truth above the roar? Throw ’em a fake and a finagle They’ll never know you’re just a bagel, Razzle dazzle ’em, and they’ll beg you for more! Give ’em the old flim flam flummox, fool and fracture ’em. How can they see with sequins in their eyes? What if your hinges all are rusting? What if, in fact, you’re just disgusting? Razzle dazzle ’em, and they’ll never catch wise!
Give ’em the old hocus pocus, bead and feather ’em. Give ’em an act with lots of flash in it and the reaction will be passionate.
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