Here in the darkening streets of the city, the hours of the night
have no numbers, only names. Mr. Marcus Jones, in drenched business
suit, wades through the rain and shadow on his obscure course
through the contracting world. On a steel dissecting table beneath
the city, one awakens who remembers nothing, who finds a composite
of thought and action and intent locked in a skin of monstrous
armour, and begins a hopeless progress through the night. This
night, where everything matters, gathers its own momentum to
disclose some profound or perverse reality, some terrible
intimation of truth that cannot but shatter the world of these
straggling beings stumbling through its infinity, and draw them
relentlessly to their hours of consequence.
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