Thomas Kinkade Morro Bay at Sunset painting

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would yatter on about it, and news anchors would pontificate about it, and the Pope would do some pontificating too, and so would all the other holy men, and meanwhile the very rich would be cornering not only the market but the supplies. And then the very rich would be even more different from you and me.
I was curious why none of this had happened. The Yendi-ans were apparently so uninterested in their chance to be immortal that there was scarcely anything about it in the library.
But I could see, as the boat drew close to the town, that the travel agent had been a bit disingenuous. There had been hotels here—a couple of big ones, four stories. They were all visibly derelict, signs askew, windows boarded or blank.
The boatman, a shy young man, rather nice-looking as well as I could tell through his gauze envelope, said, "Hunters' lodge, ma'am?" into my translatomat