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Or
…
can
you
?
The
jewelry
business
will
bring
good
fortune
;
the
judgment
refers
to
that
.
But
the
line
,
the
goddam
line
;
it
refers
to
something
deeper
,
some
future
catastrophe
probably
not
even
connected
with
the
jewelry
business
.
Some
evil
fate
that
’
s
in
store
for
me
anyhow
…
War
!
he
thought
.
Third
World
War
!
All
frigging
two
billion
of
us
killed
,
our
civilization
wiped
out
.
Hydrogen
bombs
falling
like
hail
.
Oy
gewalt
!
he
thought
.
What
’
s
happening
?
Did
I
start
it
in
motion
?
Or
is
someone
else
tinkering
,
someone
I
don
’
t
even
know
?
Or
—
the
whole
lot
of
us
.
It
’
s
the
fault
of
those
physicists
and
that
synchronicity
theory
,
every
particle
being
connected
with
every
other
;
you
can
’
t
fart
without
changing
the
balance
in
the
universe
.
It
makes
living
a
funny
joke
with
nobody
around
to
laugh
.
I
open
a
book
and
get
a
report
on
future
events
that
even
God
would
like
to
file
and
forget
.
And
who
am
I
?
The
wrong
person
;
I
can
tell
you
that
.
I
should
take
my
tools
,
get
my
motors
from
McCarthy
,
open
my
shop
,
start
my
piddling
business
,
go
on
despite
the
horrible
line
.
Be
working
,
creating
in
my
own
way
right
up
to
the
end
,
living
as
best
I
can
,
as
actively
as
possible
,
until
the
wall
falls
back
into
the
moat
for
all
of
us
,
all
mankind
.
That
’
s
what
the
oracle
is
telling
me
.
Fate
will
poleax
us
eventually
anyhow
,
but
I
have
my
job
in
the
meantime
;
I
must
use
my
mind
,
my
hands
.
The
judgment
was
for
me
alone
,
for
my
work
.
But
the
line
;
it
was
for
us
all
.
I
’
m
too
small
,
he
thought
,
I
can
only
read
what
’
s
written
,
glance
up
and
then
lower
my
head
and
plod
along
where
I
left
off
as
if
I
hadn
’
t
seen
;
the
oracle
doesn
’
t
expect
me
to
start
running
up
and
down
the
streets
,
squalling
and
yammering
for
public
attention
.
Can
anyone
alter
it
?
he
wondered
.
All
of
us
combined
…
or
one
great
figure
…
or
someone
strategically
placed
,
who
happens
to
be
in
the
right
spot
.
Chance
.
Accident
.
And
our
lives
,
our
world
,
hanging
on
it
.
Closing
the
book
,
he
left
the
lounge
and
walked
back
to
the
main
work
area
.
When
he
caught
sight
of
McCarthy
,
he
waved
him
over
to
one
side
where
they
could
resume
talk
.
