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。