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pleasure if you're always intervening to give hints, change the rules, fix the fights? Well, I've been pretty self-controlled up to this point and I don't plan to spoil things now. Don't think I haven't wanted to butt in; I have, plenty of times. And once, it's true, I did. I sat on Alleluia Cone's bed and spoke to the superstar, Gibreel. _Ooparvala or Neechayvala_, he wanted to know, and I didn't enlighten him; I certainly don't intend to blab to this confused Chamcha instead.
I'm leaving now. The man's going to sleep.
o o o
His reborn, fledgling, still--fallible optimism was hardest to maintain at night; because at night that otherworld of horns and hoofs was not so easily denied. There was the matter, too, of the two women who had started haunting his dreams. The first -- it was hard to admit this, even to himself-- was none other than the child-woman of the Shaandaar, his loyal ally in that nightmare time