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Baynes
regarded
the
man
for
a
time
.
He
felt
,
strongly
for
a
moment
,
the
unbalanced
quality
,
the
psychotic
streak
,
in
the
German
mind
.
Did
Lotze
actually
mean
what
he
said
?
Was
it
a
truly
spontaneous
remark
?
"
I
hope
we
will
see
one
another
later
on
in
San
Francisco
,
"
Lotze
said
as
the
rocket
touched
the
ground
.
"
I
will
be
at
loose
ends
without
a
countryman
to
talk
to
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
a
countryman
of
yours
,
"
Baynes
said
.
"
Oh
,
yes
;
that
’
s
so
.
But
racially
,
you
’
re
quite
close
.
For
all
intents
and
purposes
the
same
.
"
Lotze
began
to
stir
around
in
his
seat
,
getting
ready
to
unfasten
the
elaborate
belts
.
Am
I
racially
kin
to
this
man
?
Baynes
wondered
.
So
closely
so
that
for
all
intents
and
purposes
it
is
the
same
?
Then
it
is
in
me
,
too
,
the
psychotic
streak
.
A
psychotic
world
we
live
in
.
The
madmen
are
in
power
.
How
long
have
we
known
this
?
Faced
this
?
And
—
how
many
of
us
do
know
it
?
Not
Lotze
.
Perhaps
if
you
know
you
are
insane
then
you
are
not
insane
.
Or
you
are
becoming
sane
,
finally
.
Waking
up
.
I
suppose
only
a
few
are
aware
of
all
this
.
Isolated
persons
here
and
there
.
But
the
broad
masses
…
what
do
they
think
?
All
these
hundreds
of
thousands
in
this
city
,
here
.
Do
they
imagine
that
they
live
in
a
sane
world
?
Or
do
they
guess
,
glimpse
,
the
truth
…
?
But
,
he
thought
,
what
does
it
mean
,
insane
?
A
legal
definition
.
What
do
I
mean
?
I
feel
it
,
see
it
,
but
what
is
it
?
He
thought
,
It
is
something
they
do
,
something
they
are
.
It
is
—
their
unconsciousness
.
Their
lack
of
knowledge
about
others
.
Their
not
being
aware
of
what
they
do
to
others
,
the
destruction
they
have
caused
and
are
causing
.
No
,
he
thought
.
That
isn
’
t
it
,
I
don
’
t
know
;
I
sense
it
,
intuit
it
.
But
—
they
are
purposely
cruel
…
is
that
it
?
No
.
God
,
he
thought
.
I
can
’
t
find
it
,
make
it
clear
.
Do
they
ignore
parts
of
reality
?
Yes
.
But
it
is
more
.
It
is
their
plans
.
Yes
,
their
plans
.
The
conquering
of
the
planets
.
Something
frenzied
and
demented
,
as
was
their
conquering
of
Africa
,
and
before
that
,
Europe
and
Asia
.
Their
view
;
it
is
cosmic
.
Not
of
a
man
here
,
a
child
there
,
but
air
abstraction
:
race
,
land
.
Volk
.
Land
.
Blut
.
Ehre
.
Not
of
honorable
men
but
of
Ehre
itself
,
honor
;
the
abstract
is
real
,
the
actual
is
invisible
to
them
.
Die
Güte
,
but
not
good
men
,
this
good
man
.
It
is
their
sense
of
space
and
time
.
They
see
through
the
here
,
the
now
,
into
the
vast
black
deep
beyond
,
the
unchanging
.
And
that
is
fatal
to
life
.
Because
eventually
there
will
be
no
life
;
there
was
once
only
the
dust
particles
in
space
,
the
hot
hydrogen
gases
,
nothing
more
,
and
it
will
come
again
.
This
is
an
interval
,
ein
Augenblick
.
The
cosmic
process
is
hurrying
on
,
crushing
life
back
into
the
granite
and
methane
;
the
wheel
turns
for
all
life
.
It
is
all
temporary
.
And
they
—
these
madmen
—
respond
to
the
granite
,
the
dust
,
the
longing
of
the
inanimate
;
they
want
to
aid
Natur
.
