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Chilopoda aridius, the common desert centipede, his memory resident library supplied
-scuttled beneath the altar.
"Yes," said Brutha. "We will." He raised the bowl over his head, and turned.
Om ducked into his shell.
"But here-” Brutha gritted his teeth as he staggered under the weight. "And now-”
He threw the years' time we'll all be dead, you said."
"Yes! Yes!" said Om desperately. "But here and now-”
"Right."
spoken many times to crowds in Ephebe, but they were invariably made up of other philosophers, whose shouts of "Bloody daft!," "You're making it up as you go along!" and other contributions to the debate always put him at his ease. That was because no one really paid any attention. They were just working out what they were going to say next.
But this crowd put him in mind of Brutha. Their listening was like a huge pit waiting for his words to fill it. The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy, but they were listening in gibberish
Didactylos smiled. It wasn't something that came easily to him. It wasn't that he was a somber man, but he could not see the smiles of others. It took several dozen muscle movements to smile, and there was no return on his investment.