These Dreams of You

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Zan says, “What?” For a moment he thinks J. Willkie Brown is slipping insults into the conversation, like the bank officials on the telephone.

“He’s an arsehole,” says Brown, “everyone knows he’s a plagiarist. You should sue him.”

“Oh,” Zan answers, “yes. We would if he could afford to.”

“Surely there’s a solicitor who would take it on, contingent on the outcome? Of course it’s a hard thing to prove, plagiarism. Nothing’s original, I suppose.”

“No, nothing’s original,” Zan says, “but this comes damned close. Stained-glass windows recreated in butterfly wings? There’s not a single documented example of anyone doing that before Viv.”

“Well there you are.”