9The office which he had furnished so beautifully — furnished out of his mind and his memories — was now falling apart. Outdated reports are trashed, computer dump sheets areshredded, old memos tossed with the refuse. And there they were, in a jar of gasoline on the table. or maybe only— Henry's feet skidded again, and this time he had no chance to get his balance back.
Kurtz nodded. This was a command, almost a shout. In spite of everything, which included knowing better. Then it ceased.
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