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the idea becoming the thing itself,

"Why are you telling me this stuff?" said Shadow. "I'm not important. I'm not anything.

In the earth, and under the earth.
<…>
The fire still burned and the buffalo man still sat on the other side of the fire, staring at Shadow with huge eyes, eyes like pools of dark mud.
<…>
But it was not the buffalo man talking anymore, Shadow knew, in his dream: it was the fire speaking, the crackling and the burning of the flame itself that spoke to Shadow in the dark place under the earth.

"Go," said Wednesday, his voice a reassuring growl. "All is well, and all is well, and all shall be well."

"My car…?" said Shadow."I'll take good care of it. Have a good time in Lakeside," said Wednesday. He thrust out his hand, and Shadow shook it. Wednesday's hand was colder than a corpse's.

I'll come for you within the week. We shall be traveling together. Visiting the people I have to visit. In the meantime, <…> stay out of trouble."

And now, because good things come in threes…" He took a small, gift-wrapped package

Shadow's breath came in clouds. He promised himself that when he got to Lakeside he would spend some of his Christmas bonus on the warmest, thickest winter coat that money could buy.

It felt too cold to snow, now.

"Who's Mike Ainsel?" he asked. That was the name on the ticket."You are. Merry Christmas."

curiosity mingling with cupidity in his veins,

"Ah, the hot chocolate! Brought to me by my Christmas Angel!

Some gifts last forever, others are swallowed soon enough by time and by the world. <…> Still, a surprising number of gifts are timeless

"I should say goodbye."

"Goodbyes are overrated. You'll see them again, I have no doubt, before this affair is done."

<…>
So Shadow left the house of the dead.

"You took the wrong coin, man."

He had fallen asleep with his head on the kitchen table.

You take them from the hoard.""The hoard," said Shadow, starting to remember. "Yes.""You just have to hold it in your mind, and it's yours to take from.

"I'll tell you something," he said, as if he had said nothing that day.

"What?" Shadow felt he was having a conversation with half a dozen different people. The self-styled leprechaun sputtered and jumped from persona to persona, from theme to theme, as if the remaining clusters of brain cells were igniting, flaming, and then going out for good.

"Sorry or not, I'm damned and I'm doomed."