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<strong>The</strong> Letter 21<br />

had a joint. <strong>The</strong> feeling grew until I was gripped by such a powerful<br />

presentiment that I had to sit down.<br />

“My life is about to change,” I thought.<br />

<strong>The</strong> idea was immediately disturbing, for I am, as may by now<br />

be clear, a creature of habit. My life is carefully arranged to keep<br />

interruptions at a minimum. My energy is thoughtfully parceled<br />

out. Anything new is filtered through Rachel—well, if she’s<br />

around—who prepares me, if necessary, for the worst.<br />

All in all, I felt distinctly apprehensive.<br />

And yet, at the same time, from deep within there welled up the<br />

admission that my life had become all too stagnant. I was comfortable,<br />

yes, and quite satisfied with what I had, but perhaps I was going<br />

to seed. An adventure might be just the ticket.<br />

Thus, when at last I opened the envelope, I could not at first be<br />

sure whether its contents affected me like a breath of fresh air or a<br />

disagreeable draft.<br />

It contained a single sheet of paper. <strong>The</strong> same fluent hand that<br />

graced the envelope had written as follows:<br />

Sir:<br />

I have read your paper on <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>. Bravo! Until now I had<br />

believed myself the only person who believed in the existence of<br />

more tablets. Now there are two of us! Tomorrow perhaps ten! I<br />

know their location and have a plan.<br />

Let me not mince words. We have more than a little in common<br />

and there is much work to be done. We must meet! Please contact<br />

me as soon as possible.<br />

Adam Brillig, D.Sc., Dipl. Analyt. Psych., Dipl. C.S. 28<br />

<strong>The</strong>re followed an address and several phone numbers, together<br />

with an elaborate timetable indicating where he might be reached<br />

during any given day for the next three weeks. At the very bottom<br />

there were neat block letters: MS. LITTLE LIVES.<br />

It is difficult to give an accurate description of the effect this had<br />

on me.<br />

In the first place, I had thought Adam Brillig was dead. I knew<br />

he had received his Diploma in 1956. It was a matter of record that<br />

28 Diploma in Chickle Schtick.

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