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But
Jubal
did
concede
that
Mike
had
been
cagy
about
the
operation
–
some
actual
months
of
residence
at
a
very
small
,
very
poor
(
in
all
senses
)
sectarian
college
,
a
bachelor
’
s
degree
awarded
by
examination
,
a
"
call
"
to
their
ministry
followed
by
ordination
in
this
recognized
though
flat
-
headed
sect
,
a
doctor
’
s
dissertation
on
comparative
religion
which
was
a
marvel
of
scholarship
while
ducking
any
real
conclusions
(
Mike
had
brought
it
to
Jubal
for
literary
criticism
,
Jubal
had
added
some
weasel
words
himself
through
conditioned
reflex
)
,
the
award
of
the
"
earned
"
doctorate
coinciding
with
an
endowment
(
anonymous
)
to
this
very
hungry
school
,
the
second
doctorate
(
honorary
)
right
on
top
of
it
for
"
contributions
to
interplanetary
knowledge
"
from
a
distinguished
university
that
should
have
known
better
,
when
Mike
let
it
be
known
that
such
was
his
price
for
showing
up
as
the
drawing
card
at
a
conference
on
solar
system
studies
.
The
one
and
only
Man
from
Mars
had
turned
down
everybody
from
CalTech
to
the
Kaiser
Wilhelm
Institute
in
the
past
;
Harvard
University
could
hardly
be
blamed
for
swallowing
the
bait
.
Well
,
they
were
probably
as
crimson
as
their
banner
now
,
Jubal
thought
cynically
.
Mike
had
then
put
in
a
few
weeks
as
assistant
chaplain
at
his
church
-
mouse
alma
mater
–
then
had
broken
with
the
sect
in
a
schism
and
founded
his
own
church
.
Completely
kosher
,
legally
airtight
,
as
venerable
in
precedent
as
Martin
Luther
?
and
as
nauseating
as
last
week
’
s
garbage
.
Jubal
was
called
out
of
his
sour
daydream
by
Miriam
.
"
Boss
!
Company
!
"
Jubal
looked
up
to
see
a
car
about
to
land
and
ruminated
that
he
had
not
realized
what
a
blessing
that
S
.
S
.
patrol
cap
had
been
until
it
was
withdrawn
.
"
Larry
,
fetch
my
shotgun
–
I
promised
myself
that
I
would
shoot
the
next
dolt
who
landed
on
the
rose
bushes
.
"
"
He
’
s
landing
on
the
grass
,
Boss
.
"
"
Well
,
tell
him
to
try
again
.
We
’
ll
get
him
on
the
next
pass
.
"
"
Looks
like
Ben
Caxton
.
"
"
So
it
is
.
We
’
ll
let
him
live
–
this
time
.
Hi
,
Ben
!
What
’
ll
you
drink
?
"
"
Nothing
,
this
early
in
the
day
,
you
professional
bad
influence
.
Need
to
talk
to
you
,
Jubal
.
"
