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"That is the doctor looking at her. They have been up all night  see, the oil is low in the lamp, the first morning light is coming in at the window. It is a great sickness; maybe she will die, that is why the doctor looks so hard. That is the mother. It is a great sickness, because the mother's head is on the table and she is crying." "How do you know she is crying?" I interrupted. "You cannot see her face. Perhaps she is asleep." THAT IS THE DOCTOR LOOKING AT HER THEY HAVE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT SEE THE OIL IS LOW IN THE LAMP THE FIRST MORNING LIGHT IS COMING IN AT THE WINDOW IT IS A GREAT SICKNESS MAYBE SHE WILL DIE THAT IS WHY THE DOCTOR LOOKS SO HARD THAT IS THE MOTHER IT IS A GREAT SICKNESS BECAUSE THE MOTHER'S HEAD IS ON THE TABLE AND SHE IS CRYING HOW DO YOU KNOW SHE IS CRYING I INTERRUPTED YOU CANNOT SEE HER FACE PERHAPS SHE IS ASLEEP
" I looked at the picture. A man, with a preposterously wicked face, his right hand pressed dramatically to his heart, was falling backward to the floor. Confronting him, with a face that was a composite of destroying angel and Adonis, was a man holding a smoking revolver. "One man is killing the other man," I said, aware of a distinct bepuzzlement of my own and of failure to explain. "Why?" asked Sitka Charley. "I do not know," I confessed. "That picture is all end," he said. "It has no beginning." "It is life," I said. "Life has beginning," he objected. I was silenced for the moment, while his eyes wandered on to an adjoining decoration, a photographic reproduction of somebody's "Leda and the Swan." "That picture," he said, "has no beginning. It has no end. I do not understand pictures." "Look at that picture," I commanded, pointing to a third decoration. "It means something. Tell me what it means to you." He studied it for several minutes. "The little girl is sick," he said finally. INT AT THE POLICE GAZETTE ILLUSTRATION THAT PICTURE WHAT DOES IT MEAN I DO NOT UNDERSTAND A MAN WITH A PREPOSTEROUSLY WICKED FACE HIS RIGHT HAND PRESSED DRAMATICALLY TO HIS HEART WAS FALLING BACKWARD TO THE FLOOR CONFRONTING HIM WITH A FACE THAT WAS A COMPOSITIVE DESTROYING ANGEL AND ADONIS WAS A MAN HOLDING A SMOKING REVOLVER ONE MAN IS KILLING THE OTHER MAN I SAID AWARE OF A DISTINCT BE PUZZLEMENT OF MY OWN AND OF FAILURE TO EXPLAIN WHY ASKED SITKA CHARLIE I DO NOT KNOW I CONFESSED THAT PICTURE IS ALL END HE SAID IT HAS NO BEGINNING IT IS LIFE I SAID LIFE HAS BEGINNING HE OBJECTED I WAS SILENCED FOR THE MOMENT WHILE HIS EYES WANDERED ON TO AN ADJOINING DECORATION A PHOTOGRAPHIC REPRODUCTION OF SOMEBODY'S LEDA AND THE SWAN THAT PICTURE HE SAID HAS NO BEGINNING IT HAS NO END I DO NOT UNDERSTAND PICTURES LOOK AT THAT PICTURE I COMMANDED POINTING TO A THIRD DECORATION IT MEANS SOMETHING TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS TO YOU HE STUDIED IT FOR SEVERAL MINUTES THE LITTLE GIRL IS SICK HE SAID FINALLY
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