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Chapter 2 As we lingered over our dessert, Adam persisted in staring at the glass which seemed to have filled itself with the strange liquid. I could feel that his almost mesmerized interest in the glass was c 1. tat fraught with expectancy. Were my ears deceiving me? Was that music I heard coming from the direction of the glass? It must be music. No sound could be so enchanting unless played by some skilled musician. To describe it in words would be disfiguring its mystic flow. The ear had to be highly receptive to hear it, yet every haunting note came through clearly. Indeed, the fluid in the glass was being used as a radio, converting waves beamed at it back into the original broadcast. It was so faint that only ears made sensitive by a substance such as Adam and I had drunk could hear it. Adam’s eyes became moist. He absently ate his dessert, his eyes remaining steadfastly fixed upon the glass. The world around him must have ceased to exist for him. I saw his expression change from its normally deep one to another that became fathomless, taking on the aesthetic demeanor of a mystic god. The music became even more beautiful, until it was impossible to discern whether the mood preceded the music or the music preceded the 1 + road Ww td 1 mood, so perfect was the timing. I was held spellbound, looking upon this face which had become more intensely handsome in Adam’s preoccupation. I was, in fact, more intrigued by his countenance for a time than by the glass with its ethereal music. Then slowly I too looked again at the glass and was held in amazement. A miniature young woman was dancing in the nectar! Her golden-blond beauty was as arresting as the miracle of her projection in the glass. Not only was some intelligence using the liquid as a radio, but it was also being used as a television unit. 31 THE DANCE IN A GLASS