The wind blew and blew until six p.m. and people with sandy blight in their eyes jumped with relief, as soon as the wind stopped.

Their shift was over, but they were still finishing up.

Jim fine-tuned the radio until the sound was perfect.

That thewlessness is a pointed recollection of the last lines of History: Let us go down, Canaan's invaders tell themselves as they pause before descending to pillage and take possession, …