‘I was.’ ‘Say who I was...’
waswasWhy did he have to say such a thing, put the idea into the mind of God, of Fate, of whoever was controlling tonight? One should never send out black thoughts. They live on, like sound-waves, and get into the stream of consciousness in which we all swim. If God, Fate, happened to be listening in, at that moment, on that particular wave-length, it might be made to happen. The hint of a death-thought might be misunderstood. It might be read as a request!
So I mustn’t think these thoughts either, or I would be adding my weight to the dark waves of destiny! What nonsense! I had learned this sort of stuff from Kurt. He had always been full of ‘cosmic chain reactions,’ ‘cryptograms of the lifeforce’ and other Germanic magical double-talk that I had avidly lappe
