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"
Puzzle
,
"
Mr
.
Tagomi
echoed
.
"
Not
a
puzzle
.
"
"
Isn
’
t
that
one
of
those
little
puzzles
you
have
to
take
apart
?
My
kid
has
a
whole
lot
of
them
.
Some
are
hard
.
"
The
policeman
passed
on
.
Mr
.
Tagomi
thought
,
Spoiled
.
My
chance
at
nirvana
.
Gone
.
Interrupted
by
that
white
barbarian
Neanderthal
yank
.
That
subhuman
supposing
I
worked
a
child
’
s
puerile
toy
.
Rising
from
the
bench
he
took
a
few
steps
unsteadily
.
Must
calm
down
.
Dreadful
low
-
class
jingoistic
racist
invectives
,
unworthy
of
me
.
Incredible
unredemptive
passions
clashing
in
my
breast
.
He
made
his
way
through
the
park
.
Keep
moving
,
he
told
himself
.
Catharsis
in
motion
.
He
reached
periphery
of
park
.
Sidewalk
,
Kearny
Street
.
Heavy
noisy
traffic
.
Mr
.
Tagomi
halted
at
the
curb
.
No
pedecabs
.
He
walked
along
the
sidewalk
instead
;
he
joined
the
crowd
.
Never
can
get
one
when
you
need
it
.
God
,
what
is
that
?
He
stopped
,
gaped
at
hideous
misshapen
thing
on
skyline
.
Like
nightmare
of
roller
coaster
suspended
,
blotting
out
view
.
Enormous
construction
of
metal
and
cement
in
air
.
Mr
.
Tagomi
turned
to
a
passer
-
by
,
a
thin
man
in
rumpled
suit
.
"
What
is
that
?
"
he
demanded
,
pointing
.
