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"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." 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
mind, and bepuzzlement. "Well?" I finally broke the silence. He took the pipe from his mouth and said simply, "I do not understand." He smoked on again, and again removed the pipe, using it to point at the _Police Gazette_ illustration. "That picture--what does it mean? I do not understand." 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. ROM ONE TO ANOTHER AND BACK AGAIN AND I COULD SEE THAT THERE WAS UNCERTAINTY IN HIS MIND AND BEPUZZLEMENT WELL I FINALLY BROKE THE SILENCE HE TOOK THE PIPE FROM HIS MOUTH AND SAID SIMPLY I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HE SMOKED ON AGAIN AND AGAIN REMOVED THE PIPE USING IT TO POINT 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
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