0 Sand insinuated herself. ZaumZoom in, she has gone ahead. ZoomTzim out,      she is not behind. To hear, in her gourd, her mallet-fall, a relation to emptiness, finest gauze, so finely           woven even the strands                    appear to disappear.                1           Harry Soot believes he is watching.           Harry thinks he is in Times Square.           He is. She is not.