“speechless, castaway and wrya spellbound oddity am Imy feet are locked upon the claymy gaze is locked upon the sky”

“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”

“There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”

“No artifice,no pretending to faintor slipping so he could catch me.Just our locked gaze tightening the space between usuntil our voicesneed only whisper,lips to ear, then lips upon lips.”

“He didn’t. But I didn’t beat him up,” Lock quickly added. “I…I simply threw him five…or maybe it was fifty feet into a tree.”The two friends gazed at each other for a long moment.Finally, Lock shrugged. “That does make it all kind of awkward, doesn’t it?”

“Literature is open to everybody. I refuse to allow you, Beadle though you are, to turn me off the grass. Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt, that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”