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gauze suit kept them from biting. They were small, weak-looking, brownish flies.
That day and the next morning, walking about the town, the name of which I could not find written anywhere, I felt that the Yendian had bottomed out here, attained nadir. The islanders were a sad people. They were listless. They were . My mind turned up that word and stared at it.
I realised I'd waste my whole week just getting depressed if I didn't rouse up my courage and ask some questions. I saw my young off the jetty and went to talk to him.
"Will you tell me about the immortals?" I asked him, after some halting amenities.
"Well, most people just walk around and look for them. In the woods," he said.
"No, not the diamonds," I said, checking the translatomat. "I'm not really very interested in diamonds."