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Bringing
from
his
pocket
the
paper
bag
marked
with
the
name
of
Mr
.
R
.
Childan
’
s
store
,
Mr
.
Tagomi
sat
holding
the
paper
bag
with
both
hands
,
warming
himself
.
Then
he
opened
the
bag
and
lifted
out
his
new
possession
for
inspection
in
solitude
,
here
in
this
little
grass
and
path
park
of
old
men
.
He
held
the
squiggle
of
silver
.
Reflection
of
the
midday
sun
,
like
boxtop
cereal
trinket
,
sent
-
away
acquired
Jack
Armstrong
magnifying
mirror
.
Or
—
he
gazed
down
into
it
.
Om
as
the
Brahmins
say
.
Shrunk
spot
in
which
all
is
captured
.
Both
,
at
least
in
hint
.
The
size
,
the
shape
.
He
continued
to
inspect
dutifully
.
Will
it
come
,
as
Mr
.
R
.
Childan
prophesied
?
Five
minutes
.
Ten
minutes
.
I
sit
as
long
as
I
can
.
Time
,
alas
,
will
make
us
sell
it
short
.
What
is
it
I
hold
,
while
there
is
still
time
?
Forgive
me
,
Mr
.
Tagomi
thought
in
the
direction
of
the
squiggle
.
Pressure
on
us
always
to
rise
and
act
.
Regretfully
,
he
began
to
put
the
thing
away
back
in
its
bag
.
One
final
hopeful
glance
—
he
again
scrutinized
with
all
that
he
had
.
Like
child
,
he
told
himself
.
Imitate
the
innocence
and
faith
.
On
seashore
,
pressing
randomly
found
shell
to
head
.
Hearing
in
its
blabber
the
wisdom
of
the
sea
.
This
,
with
eye
replacing
ear
.
Enter
me
and
inform
what
has
been
done
,
what
it
means
,
why
.
Compression
of
understanding
into
one
finite
squiggle
.
Asking
too
much
,
and
so
get
nothing
.
"
Listen
,
"
he
said
sotto
voce
to
the
squiggle
.
"
Sales
warranty
promised
much
.
"
If
I
shake
it
violently
,
like
old
recalcitrant
watch
.
He
did
so
,
up
and
down
.
Or
like
dice
in
critical
game
.
Awaken
the
diety
inside
.
Peradventure
he
sleepeth
.
Or
he
is
on
a
journey
.
Titillating
heavy
irony
by
Prophet
Elijah
.
Or
he
is
pursuing
.
Mr
.
Tagomi
violently
shook
the
silver
squiggle
up
and
down
in
his
clenched
fist
once
more
.
Call
him
louder
.
Again
he
scrutinized
.
You
little
thing
,
you
are
empty
,
he
thought
.
