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e closed the window
lay down in the center of the ?oorand went to sleep.
It was dark in the room when he woke up. Quinn could not
be sure how much time had passed―whether it was the night of
that day or the night of the next. It was even possiblehe
125 city of glass
thoughtthat it was not night at all. Perhaps it was merely dark
inside the roomand outsidebeyond the windowthe sun was
shining. For several moments he considered getting up and go-
ing to the window to seebut then he decided it did not matter.
If it was not night nowhe thoughtthen night would come
later. That was certainand whether he looked out the window
or notthe answer would be the same. On the other handif it
was in fact night here in New Yorkthen surely the sun was
shining somewhere else. In Chinafor exampleit was no doubt
mid-afternoonand the rice farmers were mopping sweat from
their brows. Night and day were no more than relative terms;
they did not refer to an absolute condition. At any given mo-
mentit was always both. The only reason we did not know it
was because we could not be in two places at the same time.
Quinn also considered getting up and going to another room
but then he realized that he wa [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
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