"The storm was visible from some distance in the approaching dawn, moving in a white wall towards us. Robinson waited in tense anticipation, sober now and alert, no longer the drunken wreck that had sat with me downstairs. The others watched with a mixture of fear and wonder, their faces lit pale by the first bolts of lightning. We should have seen this storm as evidence of forces larger than us, though no-one did. Each of us believed - I could read it on our faces - that we were the cause, that our ritual ceremonies of the last week had invoked it, and this deluge was the dramatic result of our efforts."
Christopher Petit, "Robinson"
Since summoning Robinson in Cambridge yesterday during rehearsals, I've started to wonder...
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