Unabridged version here.
The good news about this chapter is that it's short.
Gris' fantasies of driving a metal spike into Heller's frontal lobe are interrupted by the Widow Tayl, who whispers that she has something to show him. Since he has a few hours to spare, Gris is happy to be led to a secluded part of the manor. He's particularly appreciative of the doctor's efforts to tighten up and de-wart the widow, and lies down with her on a pad, but...
Well, the short version is this: Gris keeps his clothes on, Tayl reminisces about how Heller disembarked from the airbus "so smoothly" and how his toes "caressed the ground," and the end result is similar to the earlier chapter where windows burst open and things fall over, except Gris is merely watching in increasing confusion. Apparently just the sight of Jettero Heller getting out of a car and walking into a building is powerfully stimulating to certain women. Eventually Gris gets fed up and leaves.
It isn't erotic, it isn't funny, it's baffling and weird and delaying this awful book's ending.
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