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He hurried from <strong>the</strong> lunch counter. The doors swung toge<strong>the</strong>r beh<strong>in</strong>d him; - he stood once more<br />
on <strong>the</strong> sidewalk.<br />
Where am I? Out of my world, my space and time.<br />
The silver triangle disoriented me. I broke from my moor<strong>in</strong>gs and hence stand on noth<strong>in</strong>g. So<br />
much for my endeavor. Lesson to me forever. One seeks to contravene one's perceptions-why? So<br />
that one can wander utterly lost, without signposts or guide?<br />
This hypnagogic condition. Attention-faculty dim<strong>in</strong>ished so that twilight state obta<strong>in</strong>s; world<br />
seen merely <strong>in</strong> symbolic, archetypal aspect, totally confused with unconscious material. Typical of<br />
hypnosis-<strong>in</strong>duced somnambulism. Must stop this dreadful glid<strong>in</strong>g among shadows; refocus<br />
concentration and <strong>the</strong>reby restore ego center.<br />
He felt <strong>in</strong> his pockets for <strong>the</strong> silver triangle. Gone. Left <strong>the</strong> th<strong>in</strong>g on <strong>the</strong> bench <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> park, with<br />
briefcase. Catastrophe.<br />
Crouch<strong>in</strong>g, he ran back up <strong>the</strong> sidewalk, to <strong>the</strong> park.<br />
Doz<strong>in</strong>g bums eyed him <strong>in</strong> surprise as he hurried up <strong>the</strong> path. There, <strong>the</strong> bench. And lean<strong>in</strong>g<br />
aga<strong>in</strong>st it still, his briefcase. No sign of <strong>the</strong> silver triangle. He hunted. Yes. Fallen through to grass;<br />
it lay partly hidden. Where he had hurled it <strong>in</strong> rage.<br />
He reseated himself, pant<strong>in</strong>g for breath.<br />
Focus on silver triangle once more, he told himself when he could breath. Scrut<strong>in</strong>ize it forcefully<br />
and count. At ten, utter startl<strong>in</strong>g noise. Erwache, for <strong>in</strong>stance.<br />
Idiotic daydream<strong>in</strong>g of fugal type, he thought. Emulation of more noxious aspects of<br />
adolescence, ra<strong>the</strong>r than <strong>the</strong> clearheaded prist<strong>in</strong>e <strong>in</strong>nocence of au<strong>the</strong>ntic childhood. Just what I<br />
deserve anyhow.<br />
All my own fault. No <strong>in</strong>tention by Mr. R. Childan or artisans; my own greed to blame. One<br />
cannot compel understand<strong>in</strong>g to come.<br />
He counted slowly, aloud, and <strong>the</strong>n jumped to his feet. 'Goddam stupidity,' he said sharply.<br />
Mists cleared?<br />
He peeped about. Diffusion subsided, <strong>in</strong> all probability. Now one appreciates Sa<strong>in</strong>t Paul's<br />
<strong>in</strong>cisive word choice<br />
seen through glass darkly not a metaphor, but astute reference to optical distortion. We really do<br />
see astigmatically, <strong>in</strong> fundamental sense: our space and our time creations of our own psyche, and<br />
when <strong>the</strong>se momentarily falter — like acute disturbance of middle ear.<br />
Occasionally we list eccentrically, all sense of balance gone.<br />
He reseated himself, put <strong>the</strong> silver squiggle away <strong>in</strong> his coat pocket, sat hold<strong>in</strong>g his briefcase on<br />
his lap. What I must do now, he told himself, is go and see if that malignant construction — what<br />
did <strong>the</strong> <strong>man</strong> call it? Embarcadero Freeway. If it is still palpable.<br />
But he felt afraid to.<br />
And yet, he thought, I can't merely sit here. I have loads to lift, as old U.S. folk expression has it.<br />
Jobs to be done.<br />
Dilemma.<br />
Two small Ch<strong>in</strong>ese boys came scamper<strong>in</strong>g noisily along <strong>the</strong> path. A flock of pigeons fluttered<br />
up; <strong>the</strong> boys paused.<br />
Mr. Tagomi called, 'You, young fellows.' He dug <strong>in</strong>to his pocket. 'Come here.'<br />
The two boys guardedly approached.<br />
'Here's a dime.' Mr. Tagomi tossed <strong>the</strong>m a dime; <strong>the</strong> boys scrambled for it. 'Go down to Kearny<br />
Street and see if <strong>the</strong>re are any pedecabs. Come back and tell me.'<br />
'Will you give us ano<strong>the</strong>r dime?' one of <strong>the</strong> boys said. 'When we get back?'