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quite intimately as they fuse into larger and larger clusters. Super galaxies
and super clusters surely must be the cosmic individuals mentioned
earlier. But a thickening has been detected, a great circle that looks like
an equator of a gravitational field that operates on the level of associations
of the super clusters, clusters of clusters of clusters .... like a raving
maniac hurling around houses and dodging posts.
Inside the raving maniac:
“I’m sorry, Mr. Finberg, but your stepmother refuses to talk to you
on the phone.” The embassy official looked at me with a mixture of
sympathy and motherly confusion. “Mr. Finberg, are you all right?” I
stood listlessly; my blood had turned into ice water. “She said she doesn’t
have any money. Would you like the State Department to try calling
her .... we can ....” I was in a daze. My stepmother had finally gone
insane. She had stabbed me in the back and I was stranded in a hellhole
with forty dollars. Tibet was lost, IT WAS LOST! My mind was
screaming. “Mr. Finberg, the call was six dollars and forty-five cents.” I
looked at the embassy official; she was a tall dark Indian woman with
an American accent. “Uh, can we defer payment?” I moaned weakly.
“Yes, you may .... Mr. Finberg, please remember that Nepali visa regulations
are very strict; if you don’t have money for an extension you may
go to jail.” I was no longer listening; I was furious. The goddamn wedding
had something to do with this. Maxim was behind this. My stepmother’s
lunacy no longer was curbed by Maxim’s emergency brake. It
was THIS GODDAMN WEDDING! My “Summer in India” fantasy
was now coming back to haunt me and it was impossible to call anybody
collect in Nepal. I had no address book. THE SCREENPLAY
WAS IN DANGER. The yo-yos now were knocking down bricks in
San Diego.
151 pages into the journey