It was never clearer. But I know I am drawing towards the vortex. The man threw out a hand towards him, and his eyes were wild, and his voice suddenly high. I shall kill myself. There at any rate is . . .
Drugs are better than that.
Isbister looked at him and wondered transitorily if some complex Providence had indeed brought them together that afternoon. One might lie on them rather dismally through a cold night, broken bones grating as one shivered, chill water splashing over you. Their eyes met. If you'll excuse my saying so. Isbister stopped short and looked at the sufferer doubtfully.