Thousand: Three Hundred Twelve

the “too late” part, except, now that the fisher gnome is having his first sit-down with the garden gnome for many inches of the glacier, rings of the tree, layers of the alluvial fan, and, oy. The fisher gnome gobbles the madeleines and they don’t remind him of anything. Of course! The garden gnome is slow, but he must be slowed further yet, else even in his ponderousness he is as lightning to the unfavorable goal. Yes, that was what he’d thought the future meant when he came upon it in the book. The garden gnome must be prevented from