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And
,
say
,
while
you
're
about
it
,
tell
us
what
happened
to
the
Lady
Om
when
that
rough-neck
husband
of
hers
choked
the
old
geezer
and
croaked
.
"
How
often
have
I
said
that
form
perishes
.
Let
me
repeat
.
Form
perishes
.
Matter
has
no
memory
.
Spirit
only
remembers
,
as
here
,
in
prison
cells
,
after
the
centuries
,
knowledge
of
the
Lady
Om
and
Chong
Mong-ju
persisted
in
my
mind
,
was
conveyed
by
me
into
Jake
Oppenheimer
's
mind
,
and
by
him
was
reconveyed
into
my
mind
in
the
argot
and
jargon
of
the
West
.
And
now
I
have
conveyed
it
into
your
mind
,
my
reader
.
Try
to
eliminate
it
from
your
mind
.
You
can
not
.
As
long
as
you
live
what
I
have
told
will
tenant
your
mind
.
Mind
?
There
is
nothing
permanent
but
mind
.
Matter
fluxes
,
crystallizes
,
and
fluxes
again
,
and
forms
are
never
repeated
.
Forms
disintegrate
into
the
eternal
nothingness
from
which
there
is
no
return
.
Form
is
apparitional
and
passes
,
as
passed
the
physical
forms
of
the
Lady
Om
and
Chong
Mong-ju
.
But
the
memory
of
them
remains
,
shall
always
remain
as
long
as
spirit
endures
,
and
spirit
is
indestructible
.
"
One
thing
sticks
out
as
big
as
a
house
,
"
was
Oppenheimer
's
final
criticism
of
my
Adam
Strang
adventure
.
"
And
that
is
that
you
've
done
more
hanging
around
Chinatown
dumps
and
hop-joints
than
was
good
for
a
respectable
college
professor
.
Evil
communications
,
you
know
.
I
guess
that
's
what
brought
you
here
.
"
Before
I
return
to
my
adventures
I
am
compelled
to
tell
one
remarkable
incident
that
occurred
in
solitary
.
It
is
remarkable
in
two
ways
.
It
shows
the
astounding
mental
power
of
that
child
of
the
gutters
,
Jake
Oppenheimer
;
and
it
is
in
itself
convincing
proof
of
the
verity
of
my
experiences
when
in
the
jacket
coma
.
"
Say
,
professor
,
"
Oppenheimer
tapped
to
me
one
day
.
"
When
you
was
spieling
that
Adam
Strang
yarn
,
I
remember
you
mentioned
playing
chess
with
that
royal
souse
of
an
emperor
's
brother
.
Now
is
that
chess
like
our
kind
of
chess
?
"
Of
course
I
had
to
reply
that
I
did
not
know
,
that
I
did
not
remember
the
details
after
I
returned
to
my
normal
state
.
And
of
course
he
laughed
good-naturedly
at
what
he
called
my
foolery
.
Yet
I
could
distinctly
remember
that
in
my
Adam
Strang
adventure
I
had
frequently
played
chess
.
The
trouble
was
that
whenever
I
came
back
to
consciousness
in
solitary
,
unessential
and
intricate
details
faded
from
my
memory
.
It
must
be
remembered
that
for
convenience
I
have
assembled
my
intermittent
and
repetitional
jacket
experiences
into
coherent
and
consecutive
narratives
.
I
never
knew
in
advance
where
my
journeys
in
time
would
take
me
.
For
instance
,
I
have
a
score
of
different
times
returned
to
Jesse
Fancher
in
the
wagon-circle
at
Mountain
Meadows
.
In
a
single
ten-days
'
bout
in
the
jacket
I
have
gone
back
and
back
,
from
life
to
life
,
and
often
skipping
whole
series
of
lives
that
at
other
times
I
have
covered
,
back
to
prehistoric
time
,
and
back
of
that
to
days
ere
civilization
began
.
So
I
resolved
,
on
my
next
return
from
Adam
Strang
's
experiences
,
whenever
it
might
be
,
that
I
should
,
immediately
,
I
on
resuming
consciousness
,
concentrate
upon
what
visions
and
memories
.
I
had
brought
back
of
chess
playing
.
As
luck
would
have
it
,
I
had
to
endure
Oppenheimer
's
chaffing
for
a
full
month
ere
it
happened
.
And
then
,
no
sooner
out
of
jacket
and
circulation
restored
,
than
I
started
knuckle-rapping
the
information
.
