The Pent Umbrage of the Tempy, Part XXX

Youhad huddled so often in your life. Even at your most active, you had huddled. Against flame, 'gainst fire, 'gainst the warmth of bodies you didn' know,youhuddled.

Night was there, glowering, growling, sanctioned against sanctuary, against warmth, though the night, cold,you'dlearned before learning, was no impediment to warmth, as your best warmth had been won as warmth of the night.

Youwere in youroffice, thinking of something other than huddling, when you hunkered down, against the grill of the night, that perfectly templated screen between you and the rest of the building, where you would smoke your cigar, placid, placent, community-replacent, starched, night-smeared, ugly, attenuated, eteloiated, like a nictoplasmed, gentle nicotine who has a spark of what or who or when, then so that it was implicated--eyah yeah whompa dompa loompha spnge zebra plume.