A Fine and Private Place by Peter S. Beagle

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By Peter S. Beagle

A kindly raven brings nutrition to and is the better half of a guy who has taken safe haven in an deserted mausoleum in a brand new York urban cemetery for nineteen years.
Title: A superb & deepest Place
Author: Beagle, Peter S.
Publisher: Tachyon Publications
Publication Date: 2007/05/28
Number of Pages: 264
Binding kind: PAPERBACK
Library of Congress: bl2007019271

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The petty in life remain petty. The dead change their addresses, you see, not their souls. "I've always thought cemeteries were like cities. There are streets, avenues—you've seen them, I think, Michael. There are blocks, too, and house numbers, slums and ghettos, middle-class sections and small palaces. They give visitors cards at the entrance, you know, with their relatives' streets and house numbers. It's the only way they can find them. That's like a city, too. "A dark city, Michael, and a crowded one.

He held out his two clenched hands to Michael. " "White," said Michael, pointing at Mr. Rebeck's right hand. Mr. Rebeck opened the hand and a black pawn rolled out. He began to set up the pieces, humming softly as he did so. " Michael asked suddenly. Mr. Rebeck looked up. "I don't know. " He finished setting the pieces in place. "It worries me sometimes. " He began the game by moving his king's pawn two squares forward. "I'm very orthodox," he said. He had said this twice during the eight games they had played previously, but Michael did not remember it.

I'll drop them in the wastebasket in the men's room," Mr. Rebeck said. "No you won't. I'll fly them out. People start wondering, you know. They see paper bags in a cemetery, they don't think the Girl Scouts are having a picnic. Besides, you hang around there too much. " "I like it," Mr. Rebeck said. "I'm very fond of that lavatory. " He locked his hands around his knees. "You know, people say the world is run by materialists and machines. It isn't, though. New York isn't, anyway. " He liked the phrase.

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