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Be still, and wait without hope

For hope would be hope of the wrong thing;
wait without love

For love would be love of the wrong thing . . .

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for
thought . . .”

The lines of poetry roused defiance in Sparta, but she said nothing.

“You have tried to think your way to an answer,” Linda suggested. “Or feel your way, which in these
circumstances is no better. What are feelings but thoughts without words? The answer to your question
cannot be deduced or emoted. It will come when it comes. From history. From the world.”

“If it ever comes.”

“It’s as good a question as any, but yes, you may lose interest in it.”

Sparta picked at an imaginary bit of lint on the knee of her soft, close-fitting black trousers. “Let’s
change the sub-ject.”

“So easily?” Linda laughed, a girlish laugh, like the seventeen-year-old she appeared to be.

“My humanity or lack of it is not in fact the only thing that interests me. Last night I dreamed again.”

“Yes?” Linda sat quietly alert. “Tell me your dream.”

“Not of Jupiter’s clouds, or the signs,” Sparta said. “I haven’t had those dreams for a year.”

“That part of your life is past.”

“Last night I dreamed I was a dolphin, racing deep under the sea. The light was very blue, and I was
cool and warm at the same time, happy without knowing why—except that there were others with me.
Other dolphins. It was like flying. It went on and on, deeper and deeper. And then I was flying. I had

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wings and I was flying in a pink sky over a red desert. It could have been on Mars, except there was air.
I realized I was alone. And suddenly I was so sad I made myself wake up.”

“What was your name?”

“I didn’t . . . What makes you think I had a name?”

“I wonder, that’s all.”