CHAPTER 1 After a moment he reMized it wasn t the alm-m clock. Fb, iling in the genera~ direction of the bedslae table, Chafle,~: Ltewellyn s arm hit, in turn, the lamp (which switched on as it fell), the ashtray (whici~ spilled ash all over the edge of the bed, causing him to sneeze), an empty glass (which dropped to the floor and shattered), the alanx\" clock (which promptly tx~.gau to ring), and finally, the telephone. He tried to turn the alaxm clock off while holding the tele- p}~one receiver against his ear with his shoulder. The ~arra clock would not stop ringing, so L~e shoved it under his pillow where it continued to whir suiienly, in a graduaEy dimi~3ishing way. Retrieving the phone from where it had siipped off hi:~ shoulder and under his ann, he found the cord was cutting off his circ,,dation and [iad to unwind it. All the whiie a tiny voice could be heard shouting, \"Helio? }~eilo? Hello?\" witi: increasing iL-~patience, as if an irritable wasp had been trapped in ~.he receiver. \",ttomentito/\" Charles shouted in the general direction of his nave! as he um,eound bin:soil fiom the coils of the phone cord. He brushed away a cigm~ette end that had become stuck ~ \"x~ his arm. As he lay down again, he st\"uck his era- on the now silent alarm clock, which had worked its way out from under the piDow during his stiai~,oles with the cord. \" Oz& ~ cs?\" he sr~ar!ed, squinting at the aiarm c~ock, which said ie siw,~)]d be sfiIl a~leep. \"Bg~.er, h~r~~, C}xaries. \" it would be. \"tiepe ! didn t intem~4~t anything .~;oe,,:iul.\" Sn~a~ ass. \"Ve=,, special.\" \"Oh. A~@dty so~Ty., .\" Baker apologized warily. CEmqes sivhed and relented. \"It was iust a dream.\" It usually
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