Lorenzo Lotto Mystic Marriage of St Catherine

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had her full attention. ‘Yes?’ she said encouragingly, and, ‘It doesn’t sound too bad so far.’
‘I’m getting to the bad bit.’
‘Oh.’
Victor is, when you get something like that, you get a hole‑‘
He looked at her polite, blank expression. Analogies bubbled to the surface like soggy croutons. Imagine all the worlds that have ever been are in one sense pressed together like a sandwich . . . a pack of cards . . . a book . . . a folded sheet . . . if conditions are right, things can go through rather than along . . . but if you open a gate between worlds, there are terrible dangers, as for instance . . .
As for instance . . .
As for instance . . .swallowed. His brain was bubbling like a bouillon. Half­remembered facts surfaced tantalizingly and sank again. Dry old tutors in high old rooms had been telling him dull old things which were suddenly as urgent as a knife, and he dredged desperately for them.‘I’m not‑‘ he croaked. He cleared his throat. ‘I’m not sure it’s right, though,’ he managed. ‘It’s come from somewhere else. It can happen. You’ve heard of ideas whose time has come?’‘Yes.’‘Well, they’re the tame ones. There’s other ones. Ideas so full of vigour they don’t even wait for their time. Wild ideas. Escaped ideas. And the trouble