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Then
pointedly
she
turned
away
and
addressed
herself
to
the
more
sporting
man
on
her
left
.
"
A
good
beginning
for
a
Solidarity
Service
,
"
thought
Bernard
miserably
,
and
foresaw
for
himself
yet
another
failure
to
achieve
atonement
.
If
only
he
had
given
himself
time
to
look
around
instead
of
scuttling
for
the
nearest
chair
!
He
could
have
sat
between
Fifi
Bradlaugh
and
Joanna
Diesel
.
Instead
of
which
he
had
gone
and
blindly
planted
himself
next
to
Morgana
.
Morgana
!
Ford
!
Those
black
eyebrows
of
hers
–
that
eyebrow
,
rather
–
for
they
met
above
the
nose
.
Ford
!
And
on
his
right
was
Clara
Deterding
.
True
,
Clara
’
s
eyebrows
didn
’
t
meet
.
But
she
was
really
too
pneumatic
.
Whereas
Fifi
and
Joanna
were
absolutely
right
.
Plump
,
blonde
,
not
too
large
.
.
.
And
it
was
that
great
lout
,
Tom
Kawaguchi
,
who
now
took
the
seat
between
them
.
The
last
arrival
was
Sarojini
Engels
.
"
You
’
re
late
,
"
said
the
President
of
the
Group
severely
.
"
Don
’
t
let
it
happen
again
.
"
Sarojini
apologized
and
slid
into
her
place
between
Jim
Bokanovsky
and
Herbert
Bakunin
.
The
group
was
now
complete
,
the
solidarity
circle
perfect
and
without
flaw
.
Man
,
woman
,
man
,
in
a
ring
of
endless
alternation
round
the
table
.
Twelve
of
them
ready
to
be
made
one
,
waiting
to
come
together
,
to
be
fused
,
to
lose
their
twelve
separate
identities
in
a
larger
being
.
The
President
stood
up
,
made
the
sign
of
the
T
and
,
switching
on
the
synthetic
music
,
let
loose
the
soft
indefatigable
beating
of
drums
and
a
choir
of
instruments
–
near
-
wind
and
super
-
string
–
that
plangently
repeated
and
repeated
the
brief
and
unescapably
haunting
melody
of
the
first
Solidarity
Hymn
.
Again
,
again
–
and
it
was
not
the
ear
that
heard
the
pulsing
rhythm
,
it
was
the
midriff
;
the
wail
and
clang
of
those
recurring
harmonies
haunted
,
not
the
mind
,
but
the
yearning
bowels
of
compassion
.
The
President
made
another
sign
of
the
T
and
sat
down
.
The
service
had
begun
.
The
dedicated
soma
tablets
were
placed
in
the
centre
of
the
table
.
The
loving
cup
of
strawberry
ice
-
cream
soma
was
passed
from
hand
to
hand
and
,
with
the
formula
,
"
I
drink
to
my
annihilation
,
"
twelve
times
quaffed
.
Then
to
the
accompaniment
of
the
synthetic
orchestra
the
First
Solidarity
Hymn
was
sung
.
"
Ford
,
we
are
twelve
;
oh
,
make
us
one
,
