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His
hopes
–
he
felt
suddenly
dizzy
.
What
aspirations
bordering
on
the
insane
if
not
the
suicidal
did
he
have
?
But
it
was
known
,
relations
between
Japanese
and
yanks
,
although
generally
it
was
between
a
Japanese
man
and
yank
woman
.
This
…
he
quailed
at
the
idea
.
And
she
was
married
.
He
whipped
his
mind
away
from
the
pageant
of
his
involuntary
thoughts
and
began
busily
opening
the
morning
’
s
mail
.
His
hands
,
he
discovered
,
were
still
shaking
.
And
then
he
recalled
his
two
o
’
clock
appointment
with
Mr
.
Tagomi
;
at
that
,
his
hands
ceased
shaking
and
his
nervousness
became
determination
.
I
’
ve
got
to
come
up
with
something
acceptable
,
he
said
to
himself
.
Where
?
How
?
What
?
A
phone
call
.
Sources
.
Business
ability
.
Scrape
up
a
fully
restored
1929
Ford
including
fabric
top
(
black
)
.
Grand
slam
to
keep
patronage
forever
.
Crated
original
mint
trimotor
airmail
plane
discovered
in
barn
in
Alabama
,
etc
.
Produce
mummified
head
of
Mr
.
B
.
Bill
,
including
flowing
white
hair
;
sensational
American
artifact
.
Make
my
reputation
in
top
connoisseur
circles
throughout
Pacific
,
not
excluding
Home
Islands
.
To
inspire
himself
,
he
lit
up
a
marijuana
cigarette
,
excellent
Land
-
O
-
Smiles
brand
.
*
*
*
In
his
room
on
Hayes
Street
,
Frank
Frink
lay
in
bed
wondering
how
to
get
up
.
Sun
glared
past
the
blind
onto
the
heap
of
clothes
that
had
fallen
to
the
floor
.
His
glasses
,
too
.
Would
he
step
on
them
?
Try
to
get
to
bathroom
by
other
route
,
he
thought
.
Crawl
or
roll
.
His
head
ached
but
he
did
not
feel
sad
.
Never
look
back
,
he
decided
.
Time
?
The
clock
on
the
dresser
.
Eleven
-
thirty
!
Good
grief
.
But
still
he
lay
.
I
’
m
fired
,
he
thought
.
Yesterday
he
had
done
wrong
at
the
factory
.
Spouted
the
wrong
kind
of
talk
to
Mr
.
Wyndam
-
Matson
,
who
had
a
dished
-
in
face
with
Socrates
-
type
nose
,
diamond
ring
,
gold
fly
zipper
.
In
other
words
,
a
power
.
A
throne
.
Frink
’
s
thoughts
wandered
groggily
.
Yes
,
he
thought
,
and
now
they
’
ll
blacklist
me
;
my
skill
is
no
use
—
I
have
no
trade
.
Fifteen
years
’
experience
.
Gone
.
And
now
he
would
have
to
appear
at
the
Laborers
’
Justification
Commission
for
a
revision
of
his
work
category
.
Since
he
had
never
been
able
to
make
out
Wyndam
-
Matson
’
s
relationship
to
the
pinocs
–
the
puppet
white
government
at
Sacramento
—
he
could
not
fathom
his
ex
-
employer
’
s
power
to
sway
the
real
authorities
,
the
Japanese
.
The
LJC
was
pinoc
run
.
He
would
be
facing
four
or
five
middle
-
aged
plump
white
faces
,
on
the
order
of
Wyndam
-
Matson
’
s
.
If
he
failed
to
get
justification
there
,
he
would
make
his
way
to
one
of
the
Import
-
Export
Trade
Missions
which
operated
out
of
Tokyo
,
and
which
had
offices
throughout
California
,
Oregon
,
Washington
,
and
the
parts
of
Nevada
included
in
the
Pacific
States
of
America
.
But
if
he
failed
successfully
to
plead
there
…
