She could hear the others making
their way toward her, but something was wrong. It didn't sound like
them anymore. The footsteps were slow and heavy, and she could no
longer hear any voices. The room had suddenly become so cold that
Julia could see her breath. She began to shiver, and the sounds of the
footsteps were nearing.
So Julia did the only thing she could do: she stepped outside and
allowed the door to close on its own, and she followed Cecil away from
wherever it was she had been.
30. What happens next?
"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing."
-- Socrates
Oh great, Julia thought, a light at the end of the tunnel. And it was
a tunnel, completely dark, with only the theater doors behind her.
Cecil was ahead of her but getting farther away. Julia tried to keep
up but couldn't keep her footing on what seemed to be a slope toward
the white light in the distance.
Venus?, she thought. God? Swamp gas? The end of a dream? If this
were the end of one of those novels she had been reading, she figured
that there wouldn't be an ending. All a trick by some smart-ass author
who wanted the audience to put all the pieces together, figure it out,
write papers, hold seminars about 'what he really meant', provoke
arguments, inspire entire schools of thought.
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