207.Chapter Eighteen（8）

thesavageobeyedwithadisconcertingliteralness。***fivewordsheutteredandnomore-fivewords，thesameasthosehehadsaidtobernardaboutthearch-community-songsterofcanterbury。「háni！sonsésotse-ná！」andseizingthereporterbytheshoulder，hespunhimround（theyoungmanrevealedhimselfinvitinglywell-covered），aimedand，withalltheforceandaccuracyofachampionfoot-and-mouth-baller，deliveredamostprodigiouskick。

eightminuteslater，aneweditionofthehourlyradiowasonsaleinthestreetsoflondon。「hourlyradioreporterhascoccyxkickedbymysterysavage，」rantheheadlinesonthefrontpage。「sensationinsurrey。」

「sensationeveninlondon，」thoughtthereporterwhen，onhisreturn，hereadthewords。andaverypainfulsensation，whatwasmore。hesatdowngingerlytohisluncheon。

undeterredbythatcautionarybruiseontheircolleague』scoccyx，fourotherreporters，representingthenewyorktimes，thefrankfurtfour-dimensionalcontinuum，thefordiansciencemonitor，andthedeltamirror，calledthatafternoonatthelighthouseandmetwithreceptionsofprogressivelyincreasingviolence。

fromasafedistanceandstillrubbinghisbuttocks，「benightedfool！」shoutedthemanfromthefordiansciencemonitor，「whydon』tyoutakesoma？」

「getaway！」thesavageshookhisfist。

theotherretreatedafewstepsthenturnedroundagain。「evil』sanunrealityifyoutakeacoupleofgrammes。」

「kohakwaiyathtokyai！」thetonewasmenacinglyderisive。