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But perhaps there is a clue here to the curious counterpoint of conformity and rebellion, constrictions and relaxations, that are specific to the (upbeat tempo) movements of mores and moralities in the sixties. It was an endless half minute before he heard their sleepy yet excited voices. Cliff would willingly have given these last few hours of his life to have seen their faces once again, but the capsule was not equipped with such luxuries as phonevision. Perhaps it was just as well, for he could not have hidden the truth had he looked into their eyes. They would know it soon enough, but not from him. He wanted to give them only happiness in these last moments together. He had meant to make a mound above the grave and he had intended to put up a cross, but at last he didnt do either one of these. There would be snoopers. The word would get around and they’d be coming out and hunting for the spot where he had buried this thing he had found out in the woods. So there must be no mound to mark the place and no cross as well. Perhaps it was for the best, he told himself, for what could he have carved or written on the cross? Here. Lemme see. Yeah. Yeah, thats just what they’re doing. Guys are standing on the roofs of their cars, waving. I guess it’s been a pretty tough night. The boogs! Oh, the boogs are just everywhere. Dont you have em, sweetheart? I don’t know what to do. I try to keep a decent house, God knows— She lifted her rheumy eyes to heaven, testifying. —but I don’t know what to do.” She leaned forward, confidingly. “You won’t believe this, sweetheart, but last night ...” A cockroach began to climb out of the limp strands of hair straggling down into the woman’s eyes. “... they got into bed with us! Would you believe it? There must have been a hundred of em. I said to Osip, I said—What’s wrong, sweetheart?” In the closing years of the century several small hamlets and enclaves did dot the islands of the delta, among them Rye and the settlement of Locke, founded by Chinese who toiled as farm laborers. Kennetts Crossing, however, while representative of these isolated communities and their citizens, exists only in our fevered imaginations. Karper said,What? Simple drawing of objects and numbers. 1 "You mean youve neverused that passport," I said. Leader of theIrreconcilables and one of the founders of our present civilization. The Irreconcilables refused, on the grounds of good taste and “freedom of association,” to join their fellow citizens in the vast, complex network of underground shelters constructed by “Civil Defense” authorities (à Opera Buffa) between 1965 and 1970 at the cost of all the prosperity, liberties, and amenities that free men everywhere were struggling for. “Gills Bull” predicted accurately that underground society would necessarily be authoritarian. During the Great Alert of 1973 some 30,000 Irreconcilables remained above ground. When, because all potential enemies were also underground, nothing happened during the obligatory sixty-day period, and populations sheepishly regained the surface, Gill delivered his famous Report: “The West Side Highway was clear; there were no schoolchildren in the Metropolitan Museum of Art; and there was no television. We all caught up on our correspondence.” As a consequence, during the Second Great Alert of 1977, the populations refused to go underground; the Irreconcilables therefore did, and enjoyed sixty days of luxurious solitude, gourmandise, and meditation, making free use of the libraries, cinemas, galleries, monorails, and restaurants planned for a subcivilization of 200,000,000 people. Emerging after two months, they found a world barren of life except for their counterparts in other nations, though many buildings, vehicles, power plants, etc., were perfectly usable. From these groups sprang our present highly literate, healthy, and peaceable world population of 12,-000,000, including only three psychiatrists and no soldiers. (à Quantum Jump; also Darwin, Charles and “Survival of the Fittest.”)* * * * The banker fidgeted, looked at the clock for perhaps the dozenth time, and once more pooched out his cheeks in that habitual trick of his. Large, red-faced rodent indeed. As per their arrangement, he continued to ignore the table where Quincannon sat with his newspaper. The satchel containing the five-thousand-dollar payoff demand was on the seat next to him, one corner of it just visible to Quincannons sharp eye. "Is that why you keep following me?" Trevnik mounted the curb. "Because youre afraid Ill go down with it? I'm not much use to you crushed, am I?" Two months later, as we drove out to Coral D on the day we were to meet Leonora Chanel, something of this first feeling of exhilaration had faded. Now that the season had ended few tourists travelled to Lagoon West, and often we would perform our cloud-sculpture to the empty highway. Sometimes Nolan would remain behind in his hotel, drinking by himself on the bed, or Van Eyck would disappear for several days with some widow or divorcée, and Petit Manuel and I would go out alone..
