01-13-2008, 12:31 AM
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| At the very least, Tamerlane's wound was clean now. He stepped back from the waterfall and let his sinuous arm drop to his side — remnants of water flew down it and trickled over his fingers. Do those mean anything? He tended to avoid answering questions like these with the original truth, because the original truth was in no way anyone else's business. They seem to mean different things wherever I go, he replied. He ran his finger over his right (uninjured) shoulder to follow the slim line of a marking that crawled round the back of his neck. A few months ago I was told that this line depicts the figure — from nose to tail — of a pygmy shrew, which is apparently in itself a symbol of self-determination. A few months before that I was told it stood for simplicity and inanity. And the previous year, an individual insisted that it was the emblem of a human Saint called William, who was renowned for his gallantry. |