 What do the settings of Zarwell's comanalyses have in common?
Illustrated by DILLON HE was walking endlessly down a long, glass-walled corridor. The corridor opened at last into a large high-domed room, much like a railway station or an air terminal. The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into viscous depths. The evening meal hour was approaching when he reached the Flats, on the way to his apartment. All St. Martin’s has a distinctive smell, as of an arid dried-out swamp, with a faint taint of fish. Zarwell passed a group of smaller children playing a desultory game of lic-lic for pieces of candy and cigarettes. Yet always, when his mind lost its sleep-induced [p 140 ] lethargy, the moment of near understanding slipped away.
 pursuits
 deception  captivity  pursuits  weapons