anachronistic compoundââI think Scott and Madeline may very well have looked at it. I remember that they were both very sick, with characteristic symptoms, on the day my mother got the collection back.â
In a small voice Ariel asked, âSo is it . . . special, that one?â
Claimayneâs laugh seemed forced. âOne spider to rule them all, one spider to bind them,â he said lightly. âAnd I believe this may be a detoxified version of it, of the Medusa, who ordinarily turns her viewers to stone.â He had found a handkerchief among the bedclothes and now dabbed ineffectually at the wine stains on the lapel of his dressing gown. âNot literal stone, you understandâjust something like a total nervous-system seizure and death, from helplessly performing a million actions at once.â
Ariel frowned and shook her head. âAnd all this Medusa spider business makes an old car show up in the driveway?â
âOh, Ariel. What happensâsometimes!âwhen you look at a spider on Monday and then somebody else looks at it on Friday?â She rolled her eyes impatiently, but he persisted, âGo on, what happens?â
âYou overlap with each other for a minute or so. Youâre in his body on Friday, and heâs in yours on Monday. If youâre lucky, you can act, do stuff, in his body.â
âDo you know why?â When Ariel shrugged, he went on, âItâs because the spider you both looked at, or which you yourself looked at both times, doesnât see those two times as two times. Nor as two places. To the spider, itâs one event.â
Ariel shuddered, remembering that she had looked at one just yesterday, and in fact had yet to do the âafterâ by looking at it again two days from now.
âYou make it sound as if theyâre alive, â she said.
Claimayne was staring at her. âAmateur!â he said with a smile. âDilettante! How long were you a steady user? You must have sometimes sensed that theyâre . . . something like alive.â
She shook her head, frowning, and whispered, âI donât know.â
âWeâre three-dimensional creaturesâfour, really, since we extend in the fourth dimension, too, which is time. The spiders exist in a different sort of universe. Theyâre two-dimensional, appearing motionless to us but perpetually spinning in their own frame of reference, and probably entirely unaware of us, even when we spike one into our universe by providing it with a reciprocal image of itself, inverted and reversed, on our retinas.â
âAnd so I see old cars.â
âAll right,â he said gently. âAll right. Somebodyâwas it Woody Allen?âsaid that time is natureâs way of keeping everything from happening at once. Well, you and me, and my mother, and Art and Irina, probably, and even their two bungling curiosi children, all of us have so often used the spiders to make separate moments combine, in this houseâmade an hour of one day also be an hour of a later dayâthat time is breaking down, here, everything is beginning to happen at once. And so 1920 or â50 or â70 leaks into 2015 sometimes, even if no spider is being quickened in either time at that moment.â
Ariel nodded dubiously. âLike a cabinet door thatâs been opened and slammed too many times, and now it swings open all by itself, even when nobody touches the knob.â
âIf you like. That old car you saw was visible for a minute or so hereâI expect it was brand-new when you saw itâand I imagine some residents of this house in the old days were sometimes startled to see a Honda or a Prius parked out there, or to hear a Beatles song echoing out of the house. Weâve bored so many holes through the timeline of this house and grounds that itâs like a load-bearing wall riddled by termites.â He smiled. âAnd I think our foster
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