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Silver heat

... been even more ridiculous. I was frozen in place. &#034Hi,&#034 he said, his voice deep and resonant, &#034I am Lance. Lance Armstrong. You must be the birthday boy.&#034 &#034Yeah, uh, er Neal, uh er Scott.&#034 Lance put out his hand as if to shake. Mine was trembling as I put it in his. His hands were fine and elegant, like those of piano player, yet firm, large and masculine. Did his touch linger just a bit too long? Or was it wishful thinking? &#034I really love your playing. I never was much into jazz, but then I never much heard any either. I like the, uh, I don't know what to call it. Dissonance is the word I used in my mind.&#034 Lance laughed softly. &#034You are right. Anyone who knows music will tell you that dissonance, and that is exactly the right word, is the heart and soul of jazz. Listen, Neal, can I buy you a drink?&#034 &#034Well, I , er that is, I don't drink much and, er, oh hell, I am not old enough to drink.&#034 &#034Well, Neal, How old are you?&#034 &#034I am eighteen today.&#034 &#034Come,&#034 Lance said simply, gesturing with his hand, and I did not hesitate. He parked us at a corner table near the fireplace and went to the bar. He returned with two glasses of amber liquid on ice, which I learned on inquiry was called B&B. We sat and sipped and talked. Lance, I learned was only 34. He said he was an executive with an important corporation, but was independently wealthy. He had three main passions in life, he told me: jazz, sailing, and romance. I ...

... shared with him my love and expertise with literature, especially nineteenth century literature, explaining that I hoped to become a university professor and consultant to libraries. &#034Isn't that a dying thing, he wanted to know? Books, you know aren't they becoming obsolete?&#034 &#034Not if I can help it! Part of what I do is to insure that truly great books are preserved electronically, so that even if there is no market for them right now, even if no one is reading them right now, they will be there for future generations to enjoy and learn from. You see,&#034 I told him. &#034I am kind of a computer geek, too. I helped develop the software that can read a book and convert it to digital form. Otherwise some geek would have to encode the whole book, letter by letter.&#034 &#034I heard that you are in your third year at the university, and now you tell me you are only eighteen. You must be a kind of genius, then.&#034 &#034A 'protege' is what they always say, but sometimes I get sick of it. The demands to produce, to excel, are severe, and well, even with the scholarships, I never have any money. Sometimes I wish I had a job at a car wash or something, like a normal k**.&#034 'Well if you ask me, you are anything but normal. Believe me, you don't want to be normal. That would be a big step backward for you.&#034 &#034Thanks. I think.&#034 &#034So when do you have to go back to school?&#034 &#034Not for another two weeks.&#034 &#034Neal, I just thought of something. How ...