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“Does it need redoing?” I almost yelled

“Have you looked at it lately?” Fritz, over the phone, did his i out his last strands of hair “Do it! Then write a narration for the whole damn film to cover the ten thousand other pits, pi behinds of our epic Have you read the whole Bible, lately?”

“Not exactly”

Fritz tore some more hair “Go skim!”

“Skim!?”

“Skip pages Be at the studio at five o’clock with a sermon to knock my socks off and a narration to make Orson Welles spoil his shoes! Your Unterseeboot Kapitän says: Dive!”

He subone

“Clothes off,” said Constance, still half asleep “Everyone in!”

We swao, then the seals welcomed and

swam her away

“Lord,” said Henry, sitting hip deep in water “First bath I had in years!”

We finished five bottles of chane before two o’clock and were suddenly almost happy

Then somehow I sat dorote my Sermon on the Mount, and read it aloud to the sound of the waves

When I finished Constance said, quietly, “Where do I sign up for Sunday school?”

“Jesus,” said blind Henry, “would have been proud”