of the
ribbon,
Lawrence
Lefferts’s
sleekly
brushed
head
seemed to
mount
guard over
the
invisible
deity of
“Good
Form” who
presided
at the
ceremony.
Archer
wondered
how many
flaws
Lefferts’s
keen eyes
would
discover
in the
ritual of
his
divinity;
then he
suddenly
recalled
that he
too had
once
thought
such
questions
important.
The things
that had
filled his
days
seemed now
like a
nursery
parody of
life, or
like the
