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New Millennium Edition
Errantry Press
County Wicklow, Ireland
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Publication history
This New Millennium Edition of
Once again, and more than usual,
for James White
Rubrics
“Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter…. Once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.”
—Sir Winston Churchill
…Moon reflected on the water:
The moon doesn’t get wet,
nor is the water broken.
Although its light is broad and great,
The moon’s reflected even
in an inch-wide puddle.
The whole moon and the entire wide sky
Lie mirrored in one dewdrop on the grass.
—Dogen,
To be the miracle,
Get out of its way.
—Distych 243,
Time Fix
1: Situational Awareness
In the bright light of an early mid-spring morning, a teenaged girl in faded blue jeans and a white V-necked T-shirt stood in her downstairs bathroom, brushing her teeth and examining herself with a critical eye.
The view in the mirror was more or less the usual one: light brunette hair cut just above her shoulders, a face neither unusually plain nor unusually beautiful, a nothing-special figure for a fifteen-year-old. But there were changes besides the fit of her T-shirt. Nita Callahan racked the toothbrush and then leaned close to the mirror over the sink, pulling down the skin above her right cheekbone with one finger.
She started to turn away from the sink; then stopped, noticing something in the mirror. Nita leaned close to it again, pushing her bangs up with one hand and eyeing her forehead.
She sighed. “Okay,” she said. Normally she wouldn’t have been enthusiastic about spending any significant part of her morning talking to a zit, but if she talked the pimple out of happening right now, it’d take her less effort than if she waited until later.
“Uh, excuse me,” she said in the wizardly Speech—and then stopped.