Pan is one of those two people a week who - statistics say - throw themselves onto the rails with British punctuality just before the train's triumphal entrance.
A woman screams when she sees him jump. A woman screams when she sees a woman screaming. All at once - screams are more contagious than laughter, and there are so many screams in this story - it's the same scream that leaps from woman to woman, from mouth to mouth. The same scream makes the cars brake, and the brakes scream too at the unexpected and futile effort of having to stop all those wheels and all the steel riding on those wheels. Yes, without warning the whole world is one single scream.
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