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The
man
grinned
.
"
Awful
,
ain
t
it
?
That
s
the
Embarcadero
Freeway
.
A
lot
of
people
think
it
stinks
up
the
view
.
"
"
I
never
saw
it
before
,
"
Mr
.
Tagomi
said
.
"
You
re
lucky
,
"
the
man
said
,
and
went
on
.
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Mad
dream
,
Mr
.
Tagomi
thought
.
Must
wake
up
.
Where
are
the
pedecabs
today
?
He
began
to
walk
faster
.
Whole
vista
has
dull
,
smoky
,
tomb
-
world
cast
.
Smell
of
burning
.
Dim
gray
buildings
,
sidewalk
,
peculiar
harsh
tempo
in
people
.
And
still
no
pedecabs
.
"
Cab
!
"
he
shouted
as
he
hurried
along
.
Hopeless
.
Only
cars
and
buses
.
Cars
like
brutal
big
crushers
,
all
unfamiliar
in
shape
.
He
avoided
seeing
them
;
kept
his
eyes
straight
ahead
.
Distortion
of
my
optic
perception
of
particularly
sinister
nature
.
A
disturbance
affecting
my
sense
of
space
.
Horizon
twisted
out
of
line
.
Like
lethal
astigmatism
striking
without
warning
.
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Must
obtain
respite
.
Ahead
,
a
dingy
lunch
counter
.
Only
whites
within
,
all
supping
.
Mr
.
Tagomi
pushed
open
the
wooden
swinging
doors
.
Smell
of
coffee
.
Grotesque
jukebox
in
corner
blaring
out
he
winced
and
made
his
way
to
the
counter
.
All
stools
taken
by
whites
.
Mr
.
Tagomi
exclaimed
.
Several
whites
looked
up
.
But
none
departed
their
places
.
None
yielded
their
stools
to
him
.
They
merely
resumed
supping
.
"
I
insist
!
"
Mr
.
Tagomi
said
loudly
to
the
first
white
;
he
shouted
in
the
man
s
ear
.
The
man
put
down
his
coffee
mug
and
said
,
"
Watch
it
,
Tojo
.
"