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By Jack Joseph Smith

came the women. The clubs of women. The ice. The glasses of ice. The eyebrows in distain. Down under distain. Re- moved from Stavorgin and Michael with their talk. With their men leaning like coat hangers all over the room. Not laughing at all. The women ingaged in argument. About intentions. Intentions are about why one is where one is, after all. Is that not so, dear wishful thinkers. Then again the the first ice. The ice that snickered Bash and O'Neill out of Chicago in Lord Go Away. The cop looking for licence plates. None to be found. Stavrogin is laughing, out loud now walking down the beach toward the water through the beach towels. The towels bright. Red and blue. But the bodies are not black. They are golden. And they look all the same like black in the night. But they are golden in the sun. In the blazing sun. And the hair is yellow. But there is no ice! And Stavrogin is laughing. The cop. The cop on his lost Chicago car beat with his hand whiping his brow like a movie star in disbelief. No plates! And the ice in the glass in the posh living room. The fine long wood floor table. And her serving drinks. And seducing O'Neill. And promising plates for their exit. This teacher of acting. And Stavrogin is shaking his head. But nobody cares. And the beach is full. Filled up to his hips. And the film rushing but tight in its use, of frame. Chicago. With Lord Go Away waiting out side the Old Town/Pub. And The Classical Music Stavrogin didn't understand even though the German names could be pronounced easily without

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The scan-verified page cuts between beach bodies, Chicago ice, Lord Go Away, missing licence plates, seduction, acting lessons, and Stavrogin's laughter.

The repaired transcript strengthens the film-edit effect: hot beach light and cold social rooms keep interrupting each other. The repeated ice, plates, drinks, and bodies make pleasure feel staged, policed, and class-coded even as Stavrogin laughs.

Claude

A time-slip page that cross-cuts a cold Chicago social world against the hot beach present. It opens with 'the women. The clubs of women. The ice', their 'eyebrows in distain', their men 'leaning like coat hangers all over the room', the women 'ingaged in argument. About / intentions'. That 'ice' is the same that 'snickered Bash and O'Neill out / of Chicago in Lord Go Away', with 'The cop looking for licence / plates. None to be found.' Against it the beach blazes: Stavrogin 'laughing, out / loud now walking ... toward the water', the bodies 'not black. They are golden ... in the blazing sun', 'the hair is / yellow. But there is no ice!' The cold-world memory crystallizes around a hostess - 'her serving drinks. / And seducing O'Neill. And promising plates for their exit. / This teacher of acting.' - while 'the film rushing but tight in its use, of frame.' Source spellings ('distain', 'ingaged', 'licence', 'whiping') are preserved.