Chapter Twenty-Five-Roads of the new World-New York-1953

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PART FOUR

Sammy shivered on the dark road of doom.

    That was a weird ideological vision.

Thompson smoked.

    "Sammy, what're you doing?".

    "Nothing. Drugs, maybe".

    "Drugs? No".

    "No".

     "Fuelling the dream".

     "Something like that".

    "Dreams are in the head; other dreams are in the soul".

     "Define dreams".

     "No. Dreams are not to be fulfilled; dreams are erratic blobs of things in the air. You can't see them; you can't look at them; you just think them".

      "Thinking is a symptom of the mind".

       "No".

       "What are you saying?".

        "I'm saying that we're not going to find the New World".

         "I don't want to find anything".

         "That is the point".

         "This is no point".

          "Yes, this is 1953. A new World".

          "Don't tell me that".

          "I will give you something only on a need-to-know basis".

         "Forget that".

         "Fine".

          "No, it is not fine; it is...Let's move on".

           "Good. Because it is stagnant".

           "Yes, it is".

"And so...what now?".

          "Now".

          "Yes, now".

          "Ok, what are you...Is that Henry?".

           "No, that's Jim".

           "Jim Etchler".

           "The very same".

           "Is he back?".

           "Yes, he was with Big John".

           "Really".

            "Yes, Really".

            "Tell him to meet us here".

            "That could be problematic".

             "Nothing is problematic".

             "The New World is problematic. We make it our World; we don't make it their World".

             "The Non-Beatniks".

              "Yes; yes".

               "And so now we deal with the new World with a fresh perspective".

               "The underground?".

                "The underground".

              "Where's the others?".

               "Away".

              "What do you mean they're away?".

              "They're away".

             "Don't mess with me".

              "I'm not messing with you".

             "Hey, look at you two", Jim drove towards us in his Chrysler.

             "What".

             "Ray's sick".

            "Is he?".

           "Yeah, the flu".

            "Anyway, what's going on?".

            "Charles and Carol are getting married. She's knocked up. Yes. I hate it. But that's that".

            "Any other girls?".

            "Yes, am seeing Mandy".

            "Mandy Sheplarn".

             "Yes, the Russian Jew".

             "Are you Jewish?".

            "Converting".

            "Converting...Jesus!".

"This is my future in the New World. Mandy's Russian name is too long. She simplified it".

          "Well, good luck!".

 "You both doing anything?".

         "No, just passing the time doing stuff".

        "In other words, doing nothing". Jim smoked a cigarette. The embers spilled down his mouth, and caused him to yell.

        "Damn!".

         "Well, that happens".

         "Burning your mouth while smoking".

          "Yes".

          "Doesn't happen to me".

         "Well, that's why you're cool".

         "Cool is a way of life".

        "Anyway, like the Chrysler?".

       "Hot wheels?".

        "It's not stolen".

        "OK".

        "Nice engine. Looks good".

        "Yes it is Tom".

        "Is it sound? Working?".

        "Yes".

         "Good".

        "Needs a girl on it".

        "I got a calendar. See the girl? Sexy".

He showed us the girl.

        "Whoa!".

         "My face is hot".

         "She's hot".

        "So, who is she?".

        "Margaret I think".

        "God, she's...".

         "What's wrong?".

        "She goes to the 'American Diner'".

        "Well, looks like our luck's just come back".

 And we laughed at Tom's joke.

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