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He strolled back and paid the equivalent of three thousand Zemblan crowns for his<br />
short but nice stay at Beverland Hotel. With the illusion of practical foresight he<br />
transferred his fiber suitcase and - after a moment of hesitation - his raincoat to the<br />
anonymous security, of a station locker - where, I suppose, they are still lying as snug<br />
as my gemmed scepter, ruby necklace, and diamond-studded crown in - no matter,<br />
where. On his fateful journey he took only the battered black briefcase we know: it<br />
contained a clean nylon shirt, a dirty pajama, a safety razor, a third petit-beurre, an<br />
empty cardbox box, a thick illustrated paper he had not quite finished with in the park,<br />
a glass eye he once made for his old mistress, and a dozen syndicalist brochures, each<br />
in several copies, printed with his own hands many years ago.<br />
He had to check in at the airport at 2 P.M. The night before, when making his<br />
reservation, he had not been able to get a seat on the earlier flight to New Wye<br />
because of some convention there. He had fiddled with railway schedules, but these<br />
had evidently been arranged by a practical joker since the only available direct train<br />
(dubbed the Square Wheel by our jolted and jerked students) left at 5:13 A.M.,<br />
dawdled at flag stations, and took eleven hours to cover the four hundred miles to<br />
Exton; you could try to cheat it by going via Washington but then you had to wait<br />
there at least three hours, for a sleepy local. Buses were out so far as Gradus was<br />
concerned since he always got roadsick in them unless he drugged himself with<br />
Fahrmamine pills, and that might affect his aim. Come to think of it, he was not<br />
feeling too steady anyway.<br />
Gradus is now much nearer to us in space and time than he was in the preceding<br />
cantos. He has short upright black hair. We can fill in the bleak oblong of his face<br />
with most of its elements such as thick eyebrows and a wart on the chin. He has a<br />
ruddy but unhealthy complexion. We see, fairly in focus, the structure of his<br />
somewhat mesmeric organs of vision. We see his melancholy nose with its crooked<br />
ridge and grooved tip. We see the mineral blue of his jaw and the gravelly pointillé of<br />
his suppressed mustache.<br />
We know already some of his gestures, we know the chimpanzee slouch of his broad<br />
body and short hindlegs. We have heard enough about his creased suit. We can at last<br />
describe his tie, an Easter gift from a dressy butcher, his brother-in-law in Onhava:<br />
imitation silk, color chocolate brown, barred with red, the end tucked into the shirt<br />
between the second and third buttons, a Zemblan fashion of the nineteen thirties - and<br />
a father-waistcoat substitute according to the learned. Repulsive black hairs coat the<br />
back of his honest rude hands, the scrupulously clean hands of an ultra-unionized<br />
artisan, with a perceptible deformation of both thumbs; typical of bobêchemakers. We<br />
see, rather suddenly, his humid flesh. We can even make out (as, head-on but quite<br />
safely, phantom-like, we pass through him, through the shimmering, propeller of his<br />
flying machine, through the delegates waving and grinning at us) his magenta and<br />
mulberry insides, and the strange, not so good sea swell undulating in his entrails.<br />
We can now go further and describe, to a doctor or to anybody else willing to listen to<br />
us, the condition of this primate's soul. He could read, write and reckon, he was<br />
endowed with a modicum of self-awareness (with which he did not know what to do),<br />
some duration consciousness, and a good memory for faces, names, dates and the like.<br />
Spiritually he did not exist. Morally he was a dummy pursuing another dummy. The<br />
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