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quality and <strong>the</strong> def<strong>in</strong>ite suggestion of be<strong>in</strong>g old and often washed. He and she had been so broke so<br />
long that despite her looks she had had to wear a cotton sweater, cloth zippered jacket, brown<br />
tweed skirt and bobby socks, and she hated him and it because it made her look, she had said, like a<br />
wo<strong>man</strong> who played tennis or (even worse) collected mushrooms <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> woods.<br />
But above and beyond everyth<strong>in</strong>g else, he had orig<strong>in</strong>ally been drawn by her screwball<br />
expression; for no reason, Juliana greeted strangers with a portentous, nudnik, Mona Lisa smile that<br />
hung <strong>the</strong>m up between responses, whe<strong>the</strong>r to say hello or not. And she was so attractive that more<br />
often than not <strong>the</strong>y did say hello, whereupon Juliana glided by. At first he had thought it was just<br />
pla<strong>in</strong> bad eyesight, but f<strong>in</strong>ally he had decided that it revealed a deep-dyed o<strong>the</strong>rwise concealed<br />
stupidity at her core. And so f<strong>in</strong>ally her borderl<strong>in</strong>e flicker of greet<strong>in</strong>g to strangers had annoyed him,<br />
as had her plantlike, silent, I'm-on-a-mysterious-errand way of com<strong>in</strong>g and go<strong>in</strong>g. But even <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
toward <strong>the</strong> end, when <strong>the</strong>y had been fight<strong>in</strong>g so much, he still never saw her as anyth<strong>in</strong>g but a<br />
direct, literal <strong>in</strong>vention of God's, dropped <strong>in</strong>to his life for reasons he would never know. And on<br />
that account — a sort of religious <strong>in</strong>tuition or faith about her — he could not get over hav<strong>in</strong>g lost<br />
her.<br />
She seemed so close right now . . . as if he still had her. That spirit, still busy <strong>in</strong> his life, padd<strong>in</strong>g<br />
through his room <strong>in</strong> search of — whatever it was Juliana sought. And <strong>in</strong> his m<strong>in</strong>d whenever he took<br />
up <strong>the</strong> volumes of <strong>the</strong> oracle.<br />
Seated on his bed, surrounded by lonely disorder, prepar<strong>in</strong>g to go out and beg<strong>in</strong> his day, Frank<br />
Fr<strong>in</strong>k wondered who else <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> vast complicated city of San Francisco was at this same moment<br />
consult<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> oracle. And were <strong>the</strong>y all gett<strong>in</strong>g as gloomy advice as he? Was <strong>the</strong> tenor of <strong>the</strong><br />
Moment as adverse for <strong>the</strong>m as it was for him?<br />
2<br />
Mr. Nobusuke Tagomi sat consult<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> div<strong>in</strong>e Fifth Book of Confucian wisdom, <strong>the</strong> Taoist oracle<br />
called for centuries <strong>the</strong> I Ch<strong>in</strong>g or Book of Changes. At noon that day, he had begun to become<br />
apprehensive about his appo<strong>in</strong>tment with Mr. Childan, which would occur <strong>in</strong> two more hours.<br />
His suite of offices on <strong>the</strong> twentieth floor of <strong>the</strong> Nippon Times Build<strong>in</strong>g on Taylor Street<br />
overlooked <strong>the</strong> Bay. Through <strong>the</strong> glass wall he could watch ships enter<strong>in</strong>g, pass<strong>in</strong>g beneath <strong>the</strong><br />
Golden Gate Bridge. At this moment a freighter could be seen beyond Alcatraz, but Mr. Tagomi<br />
did not care. Go<strong>in</strong>g to <strong>the</strong> wall he unfastened <strong>the</strong> cord and lowered <strong>the</strong> bamboo bl<strong>in</strong>ds over <strong>the</strong><br />
view. The large central office became darker; he did not have to squ<strong>in</strong>t aga<strong>in</strong>st <strong>the</strong> glare. Now he<br />
could th<strong>in</strong>k more clearly.<br />
It was not with<strong>in</strong> his power, he decided, to please his client. No matter what Mr. Childan came<br />
up with: <strong>the</strong> client would not be impressed. Let us face that, he had said to himself. But we can<br />
keep him from becom<strong>in</strong>g displeased, at least.<br />
We can refra<strong>in</strong> from <strong>in</strong>sult<strong>in</strong>g him by a moldy gift.<br />
The client would soon reach San Francisco airport by avenue of <strong>the</strong> <strong>high</strong>-place new Ger<strong>man</strong><br />
rocket, <strong>the</strong> Messerschmitt 9-E. Mr. Tagomi had never ridden on such a ship; when he met Mr.<br />
Baynes he would have to take care to appear blasé, no matter how large <strong>the</strong> rocket turned out to be.<br />
Now to practice. He stood <strong>in</strong> front of <strong>the</strong> mirror on <strong>the</strong> office wall, creat<strong>in</strong>g a face of composure,<br />
mildly bored, <strong>in</strong>spect<strong>in</strong>g his own cold features for any giveaway. Yes, <strong>the</strong>y are very noisy, Mr.<br />
Baynes, sir. One cannot read. But <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> flight from Stockholm to San Francisco is only fortyfive<br />
m<strong>in</strong>utes. Perhaps <strong>the</strong>n a word about Ger<strong>man</strong> mechanical failures? I suppose you heard <strong>the</strong>