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"
Nothing
theoretical
about
it
,
young
man
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
You
should
have
figured
that
out
by
now
.
"
There
was
only
one
ticket
window
open
.
"
We
stop
selling
tickets
in
half
an
hour
,
"
said
the
girl
.
"
It
takes
at
least
two
hours
to
walk
around
,
you
see
.
"
Wednesday
paid
for
their
tickets
in
cash
.
"
Where
’
s
the
rock
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Under
the
house
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Where
’
s
the
house
?
"
Wednesday
put
his
finger
to
his
lips
,
and
they
walked
forward
.
Farther
in
,
a
player
piano
was
playing
something
that
was
intended
to
have
been
Ravel
’
s
"
Bolero
.
"
The
place
seemed
to
be
a
geometrically
reconfigured
1960s
bachelor
pad
,
with
open
stonework
,
pile
carpeting
,
and
magnificently
ugly
mushroom
-
shaped
stained
glass
lampshades
.
Up
a
winding
staircase
was
another
room
,
filled
with
knickknacks
.
"
They
say
this
was
built
by
Frank
Lloyd
Wright
’
s
evil
twin
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Frank
Lloyd
Wrong
.
"
He
chuckled
at
his
joke
.
"
I
saw
that
on
a
T
-
shirt
,
"
said
Shadow
.
