to. I think I'll take a nap."

He walked thoughtfully out into the corridor, a book in his left hand,
his right arm stretched out to the handrail overhead.

"There's something about Mr. Bridge," Gillian Murray said reflectively,
"that reminds me of the Statue of Liberty."

"Probably the hollow head," said Jason Tarsh.

* * * * *

It was ninety years since the lawyer had last seen Rejuvenal. And now,
after all those decades of unremitting toil, he saw it again--a small
purple blob on the vidar screen, a hundred thousand miles away--a blob
that would grow and grow until it filled the entire screen. Soon the
distant harmony of light and shade would break up, throwing into relief
the jagged peaks and plunging crevices that formed the surface of the
planet.

He watched it, fascinated, wondering whether this approach was to be his
last, or whether he would be asking himself the same questions a
thousand years to come. Perhaps it was this moment above all others that
made the endless months of scraping and self-sacrifice suddenly
worthwhile.

"It won't run away," said a voice beside him. He turned his head.
Gillian Murray stood there, wrinkled and benign, her keen blue eyes
regarding him with quizzical humor.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't know you were here."

"Oh, don't apologize, Mr. Delman. It's just that you've seen it all
before, so I'm the one who should be excited."

The lawyer nodded. "Yes," he admitted, "you've got something to be
excited about. Years ago, longer than either of us would want to
remember, I saw you on the stage. It was one of the important moments in
my life. You see, before then, I'd always regarded 'beauty' and
'perfection' as abstract qualities. I was wrong. Are you going back to
the theatre?"

Gillian Murray paused for a moment. "No," she replied finally. "I did
intend to and, after your flattery, I almost feel I should, but I've
been thinking over what you said a few weeks back--you know, about us
being careers rather than flesh and blood. Mind you, I don't agree
completely; we're not as bad as all that. No, it's more the feeling that
I've lived one sort of life and it would be stupid to repeat the same
thing over again. This time, I'd like to marry and have a family and
settle down--all the ordinary things. Does that sound sensible?"

"Very sensible," said Curtis Delman.

* * * * *

Their eyes strayed back to th