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"Don't just stand there in uffish thought!" said the Cat, draining
Humpty's glass and vanishing again.
Still chuckling, Luke held out his tankard for a refill. I stood there
in uffish thought: The spell I had used to destroy the Bandersnatch had
altered my thinking in a peculiar fashion. It seemed for a small moment in
its aftermath that things were beginning to come clear in my head. I
attributed this to the image of the Logrus which I had regarded briefly. And
so I summoned it again.
The Sign rose before me, hovered. I held it there. I looked upon it. It
seemed as if a cold wind began to blow G through my mind. Drifting bits of
memory were drawn together, assembled themselves into an entire fabric, were
informed with understanding. Of course. . . .
The burbling grew louder and I saw the shadow of the Jabberwock gliding
among distant trees, eyes like landing lights, lots of sharp edges for
biting and catching. . . .
And it didn't matter a bit. For I realized now what was going on, who
was responsible, how and why.
I bent over, leaning far forward, so that my knuckles just grazed the
toe of my right boot.
"Luke," I said, "we've got a problem."
He turned away from the bar and glanced down at me.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
Those of the blood of Amber are capable of terrific exertions. We are
also able to sustain some pretty awful beatings
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