From R.A. Lafferty's PAST MASTER 1968_______________________________

With a shiver of triumph they came to the top. It was a crooked-shaped plateau,
an iron-rock slope that looked like sponge and smelled of ozone.
And someone had been there before them, very recently.
The one who had been there was both the necromancer and haruspex,
and his recent studies were spread out on the iron-rock.

Push me nowt so far, brat-child. I say me words and I think me thoughts,
but to what should they correspond?
____________________________________ Thomas More speaking to Evita on planet Astrolobe.