Wall recognized the head of Petey s arrow. There it was -- the relative truth: an arrowhead. It had originated; it had ceased. Everything with origin has cessation he told himself. He sensed the stirring in his consciousness then the ancient thing abiding there the mind eater. Sleep Dasein told himself. There was an atman of sleep within him. It resisted awakening. It was infinite circular. He lay spread on its rim. Dasein slept. Chapter 10 Dawn light awakened him. The coffee in the thermos was cold and had lost its Jaspers savor. He sipped it anyway to ease the dryness in his throat. There will be a place like a school he thought. A boarding school . . . with visiting hours. It will have the Santaroga difference. It will be something besides a school. He stared at the thermos. It was empty. The bitter taste of its contents remained on his tongue a reminder of his weakness in the night. The Jaspers had immersed him in nightmares. He remembered dreaming of glass houses a shattering of glass that tumbled about him . . . screaming. House of glass he thought. Greenhouses. The sound of an approaching car intruded. Dasein stepped outside into chilly morning air. A green Chevrolet was bumping up the track toward him. It looked familiar. He decided the car either was Jersey Hofstedder s machine or its double. Then he saw the beefy gray-haired woman driving the car and he knew. It was Sam Scheler s mother -- Clara the car dealer. She pulled to a stop beside Dasein slid across the seat and got out his side. "They told me you were here and by golly you are " she said. She stood facing Dasein a covered dish in her hands. .
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