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"
Who
are
we
going
to
see
in
Las
Vegas
?
"
Wednesday
told
him
.
Shadow
turned
off
the
heaters
,
packed
some
clothes
into
an
overnight
bag
,
then
turned
back
to
Wednesday
and
said
,
"
Look
,
I
feel
kind
of
stupid
.
I
know
you
just
told
me
who
we
’
re
going
to
see
,
but
I
dunno
.
I
just
had
a
brain
-
fart
or
something
.
It
’
s
gone
.
Who
is
it
again
?
"
Wednesday
told
him
once
more
.
This
time
Shadow
almost
had
it
.
The
name
was
there
on
the
tip
of
his
mind
.
He
wished
he
’
d
been
paying
closer
attention
when
Wednesday
told
him
.
He
let
it
go
.
"
Who
’
s
driving
?
"
he
asked
Wednesday
.
"
You
are
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
They
walked
out
of
the
house
,
down
the
wooden
stairs
and
the
icy
path
to
where
a
black
Lincoln
town
car
was
parked
.
Shadow
drove
.
Entering
the
casino
one
is
beset
at
every
side
by
invitation
—
invitations
such
that
it
would
take
a
man
of
stone
,
heartless
,
mindless
,
and
curiously
devoid
of
avarice
,
to
decline
them
.
Listen
:
a
machine
gun
rattle
of
silver
coins
as
they
tumble
and
spurt
down
into
a
slot
machine
tray
and
overflow
onto
monogrammed
carpets
is
replaced
by
the
siren
clangor
of
the
slots
,
the
jangling
,
blippeting
chorus
swallowed
by
the
huge
room
,
muted
to
a
comforting
background
chatter
by
the
time
one
reaches
the
card
tables
,
the
distant
sounds
only
loud
enough
to
keep
the
adrenaline
flowing
through
the
gamblers
’
veins
.
There
is
a
secret
that
the
casinos
possess
,
a
secret
they
hold
and
guard
and
prize
,
the
holiest
of
their
mysteries
.
For
most
people
do
not
gamble
to
win
money
,
after
all
,
although
that
is
what
is
advertised
,
sold
,
claimed
and
dreamed
.
But
that
is
merely
the
easy
lie
that
allows
the
gamblers
to
lie
to
themselves
,
the
big
lie
that
gets
them
through
the
enormous
,
ever
-
open
,
welcoming
doors
.
