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The deliberate aim at Peace very easily / passes into its bastard substitute, / Anaesthesia. / -- Alfred North Whitehead
It was about one o'clock in the morning. I'd called Mae shortly after nine to tell her I was delayed and not to wait up for me. The party apparently was still going strong, but diffused. The Monolithians had provided a number of side rooms for their guests to retire to from time to time to recuperate and freshen up before returning for more food, drink and talk. It was no Roman orgy -- there were no beds in the rooms, for one thing -- but it gave every indication of lasting till dawn.