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Maybe
the
assembly
-
line
psychoanalysts
aren
’
t
dealing
with
complexes
at
all
but
with
those
warheads
that
may
one
day
be
mushroom
clouds
.
It
does
seem
to
me
that
nearly
everyone
I
see
is
nervous
and
restless
and
a
little
loud
and
gaily
crazy
like
people
getting
drunk
on
New
Year
’
s
Eve
.
Should
auld
acquaintance
be
forgot
and
kiss
your
neighbor
’
s
wife
.
I
turned
my
head
toward
mine
.
She
was
not
smiling
in
her
sleep
.
Her
mouth
was
drawn
down
and
there
were
lines
of
weariness
around
her
squinched
-
shut
eyes
and
so
she
was
sick
,
because
that
’
s
the
way
she
looks
when
she
is
sick
.
She
is
the
wellest
wife
in
the
world
until
she
is
sick
,
which
isn
’
t
often
,
and
then
she
is
the
sickest
wife
in
the
world
.
Another
flight
of
jets
exploded
through
sound
.
We
had
maybe
a
half
-
million
years
to
get
used
to
fire
and
less
than
fifteen
to
build
thinking
about
this
force
so
extravagantly
more
fierce
than
fire
.
Would
we
ever
have
the
chance
to
make
a
tool
of
this
?
If
the
laws
of
thinking
are
the
laws
of
things
,
can
fission
be
happening
in
the
soul
?
Is
that
what
is
happening
to
me
,
to
us
?
I
remember
a
story
Aunt
Deborah
told
me
long
ago
.
Early
in
the
last
century
some
of
my
people
were
Cambellites
.
Aunt
Deborah
was
a
child
then
,
but
she
remembered
how
the
end
of
the
world
was
coming
at
a
certain
time
.
Her
parents
gave
everything
away
,
everything
they
owned
but
the
bed
sheets
.
Those
they
put
on
and
at
the
predicted
time
they
went
to
the
hills
to
meet
the
End
of
the
World
.
Dressed
in
sheets
,
hundreds
of
people
prayed
and
sang
.
The
night
came
and
they
sang
louder
and
danced
and
as
it
got
near
time
there
was
a
shooting
star
,
she
said
,
and
everybody
screamed
.
She
could
still
remember
the
screaming
.
Like
wolves
,
she
said
,
like
hyenas
,
although
she
had
never
heard
a
hyena
.
Then
the
moment
came
.
White
-
dressed
men
and
women
and
children
held
their
breaths
.
The
moment
went
on
and
on
.
The
children
got
blue
in
the
face
—
and
then
it
passed
.
It
was
done
and
they
were
cheated
out
of
their
destruction
.
In
the
dawn
they
crept
down
the
hill
and
tried
to
get
back
the
clothes
they
had
given
away
,
and
the
pots
and
pans
and
their
ox
and
their
ass
.
And
I
remember
knowing
how
bad
they
must
have
felt
.
I
think
what
brought
that
back
was
the
jets
—
all
that
enormous
effort
and
time
and
money
to
stockpile
all
that
death
.
Would
we
feel
cheated
if
we
never
used
it
?
We
can
shoot
rockets
into
space
but
we
can
’
t
cure
anger
or
discontent
.
My
Mary
opened
her
eyes
.
"
Ethan
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
’
re
talking
in
your
mind
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
’
s
about
but
it
’
s
loud
.
Stop
thinking
,
Ethan
.
"
I
was
going
to
suggest
that
she
give
up
drink
but
she
looked
too
miserable
.
I
don
’
t
always
know
when
not
to
joke
,
but
this
time
I
said
,
"
Head
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Stomach
?
"
