“Very well,— yet Right Lines, by minimizing Distance, are highly valu’d by some,— Commanding Officers, Merchants, Express-Riders? Must these all be Creatures of Sha?” “Without Question. Officers kill men in large numbers. Merchants concentrate wealth by beggaring uncounted others. Express-riders distort and injure the very stuff of Time.” “Then why not consider Light itself as equally noxious,” inquires Dixon, “for doth it not move ever straight ahead?” “Ah!” a gleam as likely Madness as Merriment appearing in his Eye. “And if it moves in some other way?” “Ev’ry Survey would have to be
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