Gustav Klimt The Fulfillment (detail I) paintingGustav Klimt The Embrace (detail_ square) painting
little girls playing on the sunny grass waved to him, were gone, pursued by a shower of uncap-turable sounds. Mannix's resigned silence fed his loneliness. Suddenly he felt, like Mannix, upturned drunkenly above the abyss, blood rushing to his head, in terror clutching at the substanceless night. . . .
In the noonday light Sergeant O'Leary, his face brightly pink, was still talking. Culver snapped awake with a start. O'Leary grinned down at him—"Damn, Lieutenant, you're gonna crap out tonight if you're that tired now"—and Culver struggled for speech; time seemed to have unspooled past him in a great spiral, and for an instant—his mind still grappling with the memory of a hurried, chaotic nightmare—he was unable to tell where he was. He had the feeling that it should be the night before, and that he was still in the tent. "Did I go to sleep, O'Leary?" he said, blinking upward.
"Yes, sir," O'Leary said, and chuckled, "you sure did."
"How long?"
"Oh, just a second."
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