Heavy Water: And Other Stories (28 page)

And iv they do go under, then they don’d redurn. Nothing has the bower to bring them bag—no zlide of hand, no drig vodagravy, no medizine, no miragle. They zday where they are vor ever, alone in the gold earth.

I veel id in my hard now. I remember Marlowe’s eyes, and dears begin to gather in my own. Begaz one vine day you gan loog ub vram your billow and zee no brother in the dwin bed. You go around the houze, bud your brother is nowhere do be vound.

The haliday has gum and gan. The haliday is over.

The holiday has come and gone. The holiday is over.

Goodbye to it all.

And that is what happened to me on my holiday.

New Yorker
, 1997

Table of Contents

Cover

Other Books by This Author

About the Author

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Career Move

Denton’s Death

State of England

Let Me Count the Times

The Coincidence of the Arts

Heavy Water

The Janitor on Mars

Straight Fiction

What Happened to Me on My Holiday