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leftcrossed Fifth Avenueand walked along the wall of Central
Park. At 96th Street he entered the park and found himself
glad to be among the grass and trees. Late summer had ex-
hausted much of the greennessand here and there the ground
showed through in browndusty patches. But the trees over-
head were still ?lled with leavesand everywhere there was a
sparkling of light and shade that struck Quinn as miraculous
and beautiful. It was late morningand the heavy heat of the af-
ternoon lay several hours off.
Halfway through the park Quinn was overtaken by an urge
to rest. There were no streets hereno city blocks to mark the
stages of his progressand it seemed to him suddenly that
he had been walking for hours. Making it to the other side of
the park felt as though it would take another day or two of
dogged hiking. He went on for a few more minutesbut at last
his legs gave out. There was an oak tree not far from where he
stoodand Quinn went for it nowstaggering in the way a
drunk gropes for his bed after an all-night binge. Using the red
notebook as a pillowhe lay down on a grassy mound just north
of the tree and fell asleep. It was the ?rst unbroken sleep he had
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