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Partei. Took responsibility for dra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g Mediterranean and reclaim<strong>in</strong>g of huge areas of farmland.<br />
Also mitigated vicious policies of racial exterm<strong>in</strong>ation <strong>in</strong> Slavic lands <strong>in</strong> early 'fifties. Pled case<br />
directly to Ger<strong>man</strong> people for remnant of Slavic peoples to exist on reservationlike closed regions<br />
<strong>in</strong> Heartland area. Called for end of certa<strong>in</strong> forms of mercy kill<strong>in</strong>gs and medical experimentation,<br />
but failed here.<br />
'Doctor Seyss-Inquart. Former Austrian Nazi, now <strong>in</strong> charge of Reich colonial areas, responsible<br />
for colonial policies. Possibly most hated <strong>man</strong> <strong>in</strong> Reich territory. Said to have <strong>in</strong>stigated most if not<br />
all repressive measures deal<strong>in</strong>g with conquered peoples. Worked with Rosenberg for ideological<br />
victories of most alarm<strong>in</strong>g grandiose type, such as attempt to sterilize entire Russian population<br />
rema<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g after close of hostilities. No facts for certa<strong>in</strong> on this, but considered to be one of several<br />
responsible for decision to make holocaust of African cont<strong>in</strong>ent thus creat<strong>in</strong>g genocide conditions<br />
for Negro population. Possibly closest <strong>in</strong> temperament to orig<strong>in</strong>al Fuhrer, A. Hitler.'<br />
The Foreign Office spokes<strong>man</strong> ceased his dry, slow recitation.<br />
Mr. Tagomi thought, I th<strong>in</strong>k I am go<strong>in</strong>g mad.<br />
I have to get out of here; I am hav<strong>in</strong>g an attack. My body is throw<strong>in</strong>g up th<strong>in</strong>gs or spurt<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>m<br />
out — I am dy<strong>in</strong>g. He scrambled to his feet, pushed down <strong>the</strong> aisle past o<strong>the</strong>r chairs and people. He<br />
could hardly see. Get to lavatory. He ran up <strong>the</strong> aisle.<br />
Several heads turned. Saw him. Humiliation. Sick at important meet<strong>in</strong>g. Lost place. He ran on,<br />
through <strong>the</strong> open door held by embassy employee.<br />
At once <strong>the</strong> panic ceased. His gaze ceased to swim; he saw objects once more. Stable floor,<br />
walls.<br />
Attack of vertigo. Middle-ear malfunction, no doubt.<br />
He thought, Diencephalon, ancient bra<strong>in</strong>stem, act<strong>in</strong>g up.<br />
Some organic momentary breakdown.<br />
Th<strong>in</strong>k along reassur<strong>in</strong>g l<strong>in</strong>es. Recall order of world. What to draw on? Religion? He thought,<br />
Now a gavotte perform sedately. Capital both, capital both; you've caught it nicely. This is <strong>the</strong> style<br />
of th<strong>in</strong>g precisely. Small form of recognizable world, Gondoliers. G.&S. He shut his eyes, imag<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
<strong>the</strong> D'Oyle Carte Company as he had seen <strong>the</strong>m on <strong>the</strong>ir tour after <strong>the</strong> war. The f<strong>in</strong>ite, f<strong>in</strong>ite world .<br />
An embassy employee, at his elbow, say<strong>in</strong>g, 'Sir, can I give you assistance?'<br />
Mr. Tagomi bowed, 'I am recovered.'<br />
The o<strong>the</strong>r's face, calm, considerate. No derision. They are all laugh<strong>in</strong>g at me, possibly? Mr.<br />
Tagomi thought. Down underneath?<br />
There is evil! It's actual like cement.<br />
I can't believe it. I can't stand it. Evil is not a view. He wandered about <strong>the</strong> lobby, hear<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong><br />
traffic on Sutter Street, <strong>the</strong> Foreign Office spokes<strong>man</strong> address<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> meet<strong>in</strong>g. All our religion is<br />
wrong. What'll I do? he asked himself. He went to <strong>the</strong> front door of <strong>the</strong> embassy; an employee<br />
opened it, and Mr. Tagomi walked down <strong>the</strong> steps to <strong>the</strong> path. The parked cars. His own.<br />
Chauffeurs stand<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
It's an <strong>in</strong>gredient <strong>in</strong> us. In <strong>the</strong> world. Poured over us, filter<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to our bodies, m<strong>in</strong>ds, hearts, <strong>in</strong>to<br />
<strong>the</strong> pavement itself.<br />
Why?<br />
We're bl<strong>in</strong>d moles. Creep<strong>in</strong>g through <strong>the</strong> soil, feel<strong>in</strong>g with our snouts. We know noth<strong>in</strong>g. I<br />
perceived this . . . now I don't know where to go. Screech with fear, only. Run away.<br />
Pitiful.