“You reach a certain point,” Stebbins said, “when the crowd ceases to matter, either as an incentive or a drawback. It ceases to be there. Like a man on a scaffold, I think. You burrow away from the crowd.” “I think I understand that,” Garraty said. He felt timid. “If you understood it, you wouldn’t have gone into hysterics back there and needed your friend to save your ass. But you will.” “How far do you burrow, I wonder?” “How deep are you?” “I don’t know.” “Well, that’s something you’ll get to find out, too. Plumb the unplumbed depths of Garraty. Sounds almost like a travel ad, doesn’t it?
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