THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD! And yet this vast chunk of wintry glass held nothing but frozen river water. No. Not quite empty. Halloway felt his heart pound one special time. Within the huge winter gem was there not a special vacuum? a voluptuous hollow, a prolonged emptiness which undulated from tip to toe of the ice? and wasn’t this vacuum, this emptiness waiting to be filled with summer flesh, was it not shaped somewhat like a . . . woman? Yes. The ice. And the lovely hollows, the horizontal flow of emptiness within the ice. The lovely nothingness. The exquisite flow of an
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