THE UNION MAKES US STRONG.
"I say," said an Englishman, "I thought he was a monster, and he"s only Toad of Toad Hall...with Rat...and Tinker Bell...and Wendy...and Bottom ..."
"That"s who you you are," said Hagbard, "if you can call that any kind of a f.u.c.king ident.i.ty." are," said Hagbard, "if you can call that any kind of a f.u.c.king ident.i.ty."
"I think it"s time you went up on stage and made our little announcement," said the woman. "I think everyone is ready for that."
"I"ll send Dillinger in to you."
"Goody!"
"It"s not true, you know. That was the other guy, Sullivan."
"I wasn"t thinking about that. I don"t care if it"s no bigger than my little finger. It"s just the idea of f.u.c.king with John Dillinger John Dillinger. If that doesn"t put me over, nothing will."
Hagbard stood up and laughed. "You"re starting to look and sound like Mavis again. I think you"re slipping, Super-b.i.t.c.h."
The American Medical a.s.sociation had left the stage, and Clark Kent and His Supermen were playing as Hagbard, accompanied by George, Harry, Otto, and Malaclypse, made his way down their own hill and up to the crest of the hill where the stage was erected. The journey took a half-hour as they picked their way through groups of people engaged in Mongolian cl.u.s.terf.u.c.k, sitting Za-Zen, or just listening to the music. At the stage Hagbard took out a gold card, which he showed to a group of marshals guarding the area from intrusion. "I have an announcement to make," he said firmly. The marshals allowed him to climb on stage, and told him to wait till the Supermen had finished their set.
As soon as Pearson saw Hagbard he motioned his men to stop playing. A murmur arose from the audience. "Well, all right, Hagbard," said Robert Pearson, "I was wondering if you were ever going to show up." He walked over to the side of the stage where Hagbard and his group were standing.
"Good evening, Waterhouse," said Pearson. "How"s my gal, Stella?"
"Where the f.u.c.k do you get get off calling her your girl?" said Waterhouse, his tone containing nothing but menace. off calling her your girl?" said Waterhouse, his tone containing nothing but menace.
"The acid only opens your eyes, George. It doesn"t work miracles."
And it shall come to pa.s.s, that whosoever call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.
"Wonder what the h.e.l.l is in that suitcase," Dillinger murmured.
"I"ll open it," Saul said. "We"ll all have to take the antidote anyway, after this. I have a supply out in the car." And he leaned forward, parted Carmel"s stiff blue hands, and tugged tugged the suitcase free. Barney, Dillinger, and Markoff Chaney crowded close to look as he snapped the lock and lifted the top. the suitcase free. Barney, Dillinger, and Markoff Chaney crowded close to look as he snapped the lock and lifted the top.
"I"ll be d.a.m.ned and double d.a.m.ned," Barney Muldoon said in a small, hollow voice.
"Hagbard has been putting us on all along," Simon says dreamily. (It doesn"t matter in the First Bardo.) "Those n.a.z.is have been dead for thirty years, period. He just brought us here to put us on a Trip. Nothing is coming out of the lake. I"m hallucinating everything."
"Something is happening," Mary Lou insisted vehemently. "It"s got nothing to do with the lake-that"s a red herring to distract us from the real battle between your Hagbard and those crazy musicians up there. If I wasn"t tripping my head would work better, d.a.m.n it. It"s got something to do with sound waves. The sound waves are turning solid in the air. Whatever it is, the rest of us aren"t supposed to understand it. This lake thing is just to give us something we can understand, or almost understand." Her black face was intense with intelligence battling against the ocean of undigestible information pouring in through all of her senses.
"Dad!" Simon cried, weeping happily. "Tell me the Word. You must know now. What is the Word?" Simon cried, weeping happily. "Tell me the Word. You must know now. What is the Word?"
"Kether," said Tim Moon blissfully.
"Kether? That"s all? Just Cabalism?" Simon shook his head. "It can"t be that simple."
"Kether," Tim Moon repeats firmly. "Right here in the middle of Malkuth. As above, so below."
I see the throne of the world. One single chair twenty-three feet off the ground, studded with seventeen rubies, and brooding over it the serpent swallowing its tail, the Rosy Cross, and the Eye.
"Who was that nice man?" Mary Lou asked.
"My father," Simon said, really weeping now. "And I may never see him again. Mourning never ends."
And then I understood why Hagbard had given us the acid-why the Weather Underground and Morituri used it constantly-because I started to die, I literally felt myself dwindling to a point and approaching absolute zero. I was so s.h.i.t-scared I grabbed Simon"s hand and said "help" in a weak voice, and if he had said "Admit you"re a cop first, then I"ll help," I sure as h.e.l.l would have told him everything, blurted it all out, but he just smiled, squeezed my hand gently, and murmured, "It"s alive!" "It"s alive!"-and it was, the point was giving off light and energy, my light and my energy but G.o.d"s also, and it wasn"t frightening because it was alive and growing. The word "omnidirectional halo" came to me from somewhere (was it Hagbard talking to Dillinger?), and I looked, holy Key-rizt, Dillinger split in two as I watched. That was the answer to one question: There were two Dillingers, twins, in addition to the fake Dillinger who got shot at the Biograph, 0 = 2, I thought, feeling some abstract eternal answer there, along with the answer to some of the questions that had bugged so many writers about Dillinger"s criminal career (like why some witnesses claimed he was in Miami on that day in 1934 when other witnesses claimed he was robbing a bank and killing a bank guard in East Chicago, and why Hagbard had said something about him being in Las Vegas when I could see him right here in Ingolstadt), but it was all moving, moving, a single point, but everything coming out of it was moving, a star with swords and wands projecting outward as rays, a crown that was also a cup and a whirling disc, a pure white brilliance that said "I am Ptah, come to take you from Memphis to heaven," but I only remembered the cops who beat Daddy up in Memphis and made him swear when he got back that he"d never go south again (and how did that tie in with why I became a cop?), and Ptah became Zeus, Iacchus, Wotan, and it didn"t matter, all were distant and indifferent and cold, not G.o.ds of humanity but G.o.ds above humanity, G.o.ds of the void, brilliant as the diamond but cold as the diamond, the three whirling in the point until they became a turning swastika, then the face of the doctor who gave me the abortion that time I got knocked up by Ha.s.san i Sabbah X, saying, "You have killed the Son of G.o.d in your womb, black woman," and I started to weep again, Simon holding my hand and repeating, "It"s alive," "It"s alive," but I felt that it was dying and I had somehow killed it. I was Otto Waterhouse in reverse: I wanted to castrate Simon, to castrate all white men, but I wouldn"t; I would go on castrating black men-the Nightmare Life-in-Death am I. but I felt that it was dying and I had somehow killed it. I was Otto Waterhouse in reverse: I wanted to castrate Simon, to castrate all white men, but I wouldn"t; I would go on castrating black men-the Nightmare Life-in-Death am I.
"It"s alive, baby," Simon repeated, "it"s alive. And I love you, baby, even if you are a cop."
("The whole lake is alive," alive," the vibe man with the Fillet of Soul was trying to explain to the rest of that group, "one big spiral rising and turning, like the DNA molecule, but with a hawk"s head at the top ...") the vibe man with the Fillet of Soul was trying to explain to the rest of that group, "one big spiral rising and turning, like the DNA molecule, but with a hawk"s head at the top ...") "Good evening, Waterhouse," said Pearson. "How"s my gal, Stella?"
"Where the f.u.c.k do you get off calling her your your girl?" said Waterhouse, his tone containing nothing but menace. girl?" said Waterhouse, his tone containing nothing but menace.
"Cool it brother," said Pearson reasonably.
"Don"t hand me that brother s.h.i.t. I asked you a question."
"You and your question come out of a weak, limp bag," said Pearson.
Hagbard said, "Robert only f.u.c.ks white women, Otto. I"m sure he"s never laid Stella Maris."
"Don"t be too too sure," said Pearson. sure," said Pearson.
"Don"t play with Otto, Robert," said Hagbard. "He specializes in killing black men. In fact, he"s only just killed his first white man, and he"s not at all sure he enjoyed it."
"I never knew what killing was before," said Waterhouse. "I was crazy all those years, and I enjoyed what I did because I didn"t know what I was doing. After I killed Flanagan I understood what I"d been doing all along, and it was like I killed all the others all over again." His cheeks were wet, and he turned away.
Pearson stood looking at him for a moment, then said softly, "Wow. Come on, Hagbard. Let"s get you on stage." They walked out to the microphone together. A few people in the audience had begun clapping rhythmically for more music. Most, though, had been waiting silently, happily, for whatever might happen next.
What happened was that Robert Pearson said to them, "Brothers and sisters, this is Freeman Hagbard Celine, my ace, and the heaviest dude on the planet Earth. Listen while he runs it down to you what"s happening."
He stepped aside and deferentially ushered Hagbard to the microphone.
Into the silence Hagbard said, "My name, as Clark Kent just told you, is Hagbard Celine ..."
(In Mad Dog, Texas, John Dillinger and Jim Cartwright looked up from the chess board as the radio music stopped and an announcer"s voice said, "We interrupt this show to bring you a special message from Washington." John moved a knight and said softly, "Checkmate. That"ll be the President, I bet. I hope to h.e.l.l my brother finds that missing pimp before things get much worse." Cartwright surveyed the board dismally. "Checkmate," he agreed finally. "I hope your other brother, and Hagbard, are handling things right in Ingolstadt," he added, as they both turned, with a reflex acquired from TV watching, and looked at the radio ...) Being a woman is bad enough, but being a black woman is even worse. I always feel split in two, a divided lion (I"m thinking like Simon) with a hole in the middle (and that"s all men are interested in, the hole in the middle), but the acid was making the split into a conscious agony and then was healing it, I was a whole Lion, ready to devour my enemies: I understood my father and why he felt he finally had to stand up to the whites even if it killed him. A knight moved across a wasteland, the desert around Las Vegas, but it was laid out in squares like a chess board; he raised a fiery wand, crying "Black Power," and it was Ha.s.san i Sabbah, my lover, my enemy, a Black Christ and yet also a baboon with a crazy grin, all blue pearl gray like s.e.m.e.n, inside every woman there"s an angry man trying to get out, a man-woman with the eyes of an owl, and the joy came over me as my c.l.i.t got hot and grew into a p.e.n.i.s; I was my father; I was afraid of nothing; I could destroy the world without caring, with one angry flash of my eye, like Shiva, MY p.e.n.i.s IS THE INVISIBLE STAR RUBY AND MEN CONSPIRE TO MAKE ME HIDE IT; THAT"S WHY I MUST TAKE THEIRS. I am two-faced, always deceiving, like all women; deception is our only defense, I understand it more clearly as the wisdom of my insanity increases, and the musky smell of hashish coming from the Plastic Canoe trailer is like me, a female plant with male strength, they are nailing me to the cross (literally) but the cross is inside a spinning wheel of flame, oh Holy Moses, I"m finding Buddha not Eris in my pineal gland, the third eye is opening, I am the earth beneath your feet, I am Billie Freshette, I am legion, there are millions of me, a plague of locusts to devour your White Male Technology, "My name is Hagbard Celine" he is saying, they sold heroin in my grammar school (that"s the way a Chicago black gets educated), Simon is still trying to bring me through it saying now "Death shall have no dominion," and I try to believe Love shall have the dominion but first I must spend my hate to the last penny, they made me kill my baby, I really am going to go crazy because I have the hots again and want Simon"s lance in my cup but I also know the real G.o.d is beyond G.o.d and the real Illuminati is beyond the Illuminati, there"s a secret society behind the secret society: The Illuminati we"re fighting are puppets of another Illuminati and so are we.
MY NAME IS HAGBARD CELINE, AND THE CARNIVAL IS OVER. REMOVE YOUR MASKS ALL PLAYERS.
"That"s a funny thing for Toad of Toad Hall to say," muttered Fission Chips to n.o.body in particular. But the voice came booming back MY NAME IS HAGBARD CELINE. PLEASE DON"T PANIC WHEN YOU HEAR WHAT I"VE GOT TO SAY TO YOU MY NAME IS HAGBARD CELINE. PLEASE DON"T PANIC WHEN YOU HEAR WHAT I"VE GOT TO SAY TO YOU and Chips saw that it wasn"t Toad of Toad Hall or even the sinister Saint Toad but just a well-dressed wop with two faces, one smiling and one frowning in wrath. "You know," 00005 said aloud, "I do believe there was a f.u.c.king and Chips saw that it wasn"t Toad of Toad Hall or even the sinister Saint Toad but just a well-dressed wop with two faces, one smiling and one frowning in wrath. "You know," 00005 said aloud, "I do believe there was a f.u.c.king drug drug in that water." in that water."
MY NAME IS HAGBARD CELINE. PLEASE DON"T PANIC WHEN YOU HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY TO YOU. PAY CLOSE ATTENTION. I HAVE COME TO TELL YOU THAT YOUR LIVES ARE IN GRAVE DANGER. AT THIS MOMENT AN ARMY IS MARCHING AROUND THE Sh.o.r.e OF LAKE TOTENKOPF FOR THE PURPOSE OF Ma.s.sACRING ALL THE PEOPLE ATTENDING THIS FESTIVAL.
"Jesus," said George, "this is never going to work. He"s putting it so badly. They"ll never believe him. They"ll laugh at him. Three-quarters of them don"t even understand English."
"Is that how it sounds to you?" said Malaclypse. "As if he"s speaking in English? It also sounds to me as if he"s saying everything in a flat, direct way. But I hear him speaking in the Greek dialect of Athens in the fifth century B.C.E."
"What do you mean?"
"He"s actually talking in Norwegian or Italian, whichever language he knows best. He"s using what I call the Pentecost Gimmick. It"s described in the Acts of the Apostles as the gift of tongues. After the death of Jesus the Apostles were sitting together on the feast of Pentecost, when tongues of fire appeared over their heads. Then they went out and preached to a crowd of people from many different countries, and each person heard the sermons in his own language and in the form most likely to persuade him. They made tens of thousands of converts to Christianity that way. I was the one who laid the trick on them, though they never knew that."
"Speaking in tongues!" said George in wonderment. "They used to preach about it in Bible cla.s.s: "And it shall come to pa.s.s in the last days, saith G.o.d, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions and your old men shall dream dreams.""
("Don"t play games with yourself, George. You know perfectly well that a moment ago I was was Mavis.") Mavis.") "It"s a giant black woman...it"s Goethe"s Mother Night," somebody was saying, but I was thinking of 69ing with Simon oh the tricks that cat knows to please a woman to make you feel like a queen on a throne and I don"t care if he knows I"m a cop there"s always a sorrow after a joy on this plane yes I will always be split in two the void will always be there at the center G.o.d yes the mask of night is on my face like I read in Shakespeare in school I am the river yellow with sewage and c.o.c.ksucker is a dirty word but what else is the sign of cancer or that yin-yang all about Christ I loved doing it women who claim they don"t are just liars I hate him and I love him the ambiguity is always there that detective who wanted to praise me that time said "You"ve got b.a.l.l.s for a woman" but how would it sound if I said to him "You"ve got t.i.ts for a man" throne after throne cast down into the void and yet I have the power all they"re worshipping in their trinities and pyramids are symbols of the c.u.n.t and it"s hot again but I just want him to hold me I can"t ball now I can"t speak I see my father"s face but it"s silver instead of black and all of a sudden I knew Joe Malik had a gun and even that he had a silver bullet in it Mother of G.o.d does he think Hagbard is something inhuman and I smelled opium mixed with the hash those are heavy cats in the Plastic Canoe I could feel the energy surging through me I"m in the tent and I"m being f.u.c.ked by all the men I"m Mavis and Stella and I"m the mother of all of them I am Demeter and Frigga and Cybelle as well as Eris and I am Napthys the Black Sister of Isis of whom none dare speak and I can even see why Joe Malik blew up his own office it was a trap and Hagbard fell into it Joe knows his secret now "They used to preach about it in Bible cla.s.s: "And it shall come to pa.s.s in the last days, saith G.o.d, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy and your young men shall see visions and your old men shall dream dreams." And "All flesh will see it in one instant.""
Malaclypse smiled. ""To conceive of pentecostal training it is necessary to die. These are the words of the first, last, and between, Kallisti." You must have won the prize for memorizing verse in that Bible cla.s.s, George."
"I would have, only the teacher didn"t like my att.i.tude." "Good," said Malaclypse. "I also taught the Pentecost Gimmick to Hagbard. What he"s saying sounds flat to you, because you don"t need to be persuaded. Everybody else is hearing as much emotion and rhetoric as is needed to motivate them. It"s a good gimmick, the Pentecost Gimmick." It all came in solid and three-dimensional and I felt mercy flowing from me like some psychological monthly with water instead of blood I even forgave the American Medical a.s.sociation all four of them separately and distinctly I was Isis all purple and blue and veiled and even if Poseidon was rising in that lake I could forgive him too He was covered with olives and shamrocks a green water G.o.d glistening like amethyst with one huge unicorn horn and then he was Indra the rainmaker whose voice of thunder was only a disguised blessing I obeyed him and put the doll in the tetrahedron there was nothing to fear for all that would happen were blessings and good things as the Brilliant Ones descended bringing their white fire to the red earth the work would be perfected in pleasure not pain for I even knew that Joe found out Pat Walsh"s memos were misleading because Hagbard wanted him to find out and wanted him to plant the bomb and even wanted him to come here tonight with the gun so it all makes sense if you had a model of the globe with a black light flashing for every death and a white light for everytime somebody comes it would seem to be glowing all the time that"s what"s so good about being a woman I can come and come and come oh G.o.d as many times as I want and men even Simon hardly ever come more than once in a night that mean Miss Forbes in first grade she needed a good lay but I can even forgive her LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.
"Everyone must leave the festival area," Hagbard was saying. "The resurrected n.a.z.is intend to slaughter all of you. Fortunately, we have had time to build you a pathway to safety. Behold!" He stretched out his arm and the spotlight moved beyond him to the lake, illuminating a great pontoon bridge stretching from the festival area on the eastern sh.o.r.e diagonally to the lake"s northwest corner. It had been silently erected by Hagbard"s crew, with the indispensable help of Howard and the dolphins, during the last hour.
"Wow," George said to Malaclypse. "I suppose you"d call that the Red Sea Gimmick."
Hagbard lifted his hands. "I name that the Adam Weishaupt Bridge. Everyone will now rise and proceed in an orderly fashion to walk across the lake."
MY FELLOW AMERICANS, IT IS WITH A HEAVY HEART THAT I COME BEFORE YOU FOR THE SECOND TIME TODAY. MANY IRRESPONSIBLE ELEMENTS HAVE REACTED TO THE NATIONAL EMERGENCY WITH MAD, ANIMAL PANIC, AND THEY ARE ENDANGERING ALL THE REST OF US. I a.s.sURE YOU AGAIN, IN THE WORDS OF A GREAT FORMER LEADER, THAT WE HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR BUT FEAR ITSELF.
The face on the TV screen expressed absolute confidence, and many citizens felt a slight upsurge in hope; actually, he was totally around the bend on Demerol, and when the White House had burned earlier in the day his most constructive suggestion had been "Let"s toast some marshmallows before we leave."
EVEN AS I SPEAK TO YOU THE DIRECTOR OF THE FBI HAS a.s.sURED ME THAT HIS MEN ARE CLOSING IN ON THE ONE SINGLE PLAGUE-CARRIER WHO HAS CAUSED ALL THIS HYSTERIA. IF YOU STAY IN YOUR HOMES, YOU WILL BE SAFE, AND THE EMERGENCY WILL SOON BE OVER.
"We can send the army to the west side of the lake to intercept them," said Wilhelm.
("Rosebuds," cried John Dillinger. "Why the h.e.l.l would he bring a suitcase full of rosebuds down here?") Suddenly everybody was aroused and moving Simon was leading me gently along I was back in Time again there was a real fight going on between Hagbard and the American Medical a.s.sociation and a fight means that somebody is going to lose the Gates of h.e.l.l were opening and I could hardly move my feet Daddy"s head on the floor of that Memphis police station and those cops stomping him and stomping him why didn"t they put a spear through his side while they were at it and how can I really forgive that"s just the drug and underneath I"ll always hate white men even Simon if this is the Last Judgment I know what Christ will do with every blue-eyed b.a.s.t.a.r.d among them they own all the power and make all the wars they"ve f.u.c.ked the planet their only G.o.d is Death they destroy everything living a giant blond G.o.d Thor swinging his hammer and smashing all the colored races red scarlet red blood on that hammer black blood especially but Hagbard is Horus this is the way it will always be fighting and killing to the end of time and women and children the chief victims only the flesh is holy and men are killers of the flesh cannibals.
"How many do you think there are?" the leader of the Closed Corporation asked dreamily.
"Six hundred and sixty-six," one of his group answered. "When you sacrifice a rooster in a pentagram on Walpurgis Night, you always get six sixty-six."
"And they"re coming right toward us," the leader went on in his dreamy voice. "To bow down and serve us."
The Closed Corporation sat perfectly still, in silent ecstasy, awaiting the arrival of the 666 horned-and-tailed demons they saw approaching them...Outside Lehman Cave, Saul loads the antidote needle. "I"ll go first," says John Herbert Dillinger, rolling up his sleeve ... AT THIS HOUR WHEN YOUR GOVERNMENT NEEDS YOUR FAITH ... In a fusilade of bullets, the President sank beneath the podium, leaving only the Seal of the Chief Executive on the TV screens. The viewers saw the same confident expression on his face as he floated in Demerol tranquility toward death. "Oh my G.o.d!" "Oh my G.o.d!" said an announcer"s voice off screen ... In Mad Dog, John Hoover Dillinger looks at Jim Cart-wright quizzically. "Whose conspiracy was behind that?" he asks as the announcer gibbers hysterically. "There seem to have been five people shooting from five different parts of the press corps, but the President may not be dead-" "They blew his f.u.c.king head to pulp," another voice near the microphone said, distinctly and hopelessly ... In New York, August Personage, one of the few people neither rioting nor listening to TV, reads said an announcer"s voice off screen ... In Mad Dog, John Hoover Dillinger looks at Jim Cart-wright quizzically. "Whose conspiracy was behind that?" he asks as the announcer gibbers hysterically. "There seem to have been five people shooting from five different parts of the press corps, but the President may not be dead-" "They blew his f.u.c.king head to pulp," another voice near the microphone said, distinctly and hopelessly ... In New York, August Personage, one of the few people neither rioting nor listening to TV, reads Atlas Shrugged Atlas Shrugged with total absorption, getting Religion ... with total absorption, getting Religion ...
"Are you a turtle?" Lady Velkor asks.
"Huh?" Danny Pricefixer responds.
"Never mind," she says hurriedly. He hears her asking the next man on the right, "Are you a turtle?"
"We can send the army to the west side of the lake to intercept them," said Wilhelm.
"Nein" said Wolfgang, who was standing in the rear of the slowly moving command car, studying the situation through field gla.s.ses. "That said Wolfgang, who was standing in the rear of the slowly moving command car, studying the situation through field gla.s.ses. "That verdammte verdammte bridge goes toward the northern sh.o.r.e of the lake. They can go straight, while our men go around. They"d all be across before we could reach them." bridge goes toward the northern sh.o.r.e of the lake. They can go straight, while our men go around. They"d all be across before we could reach them."
"We could sh.e.l.l the bridge from here," said Werner.
"We daren"t use the artillery," said Wolfgang. "We"d have the whole West German army blundering down here, getting in the way of our drive to the east. If the West Germans start fighting us, the East Germans will not make the mistake we want them to make. They won"t think we are an invading West German army. The Russians, in turn, will have plenty of warning. The whole plan will fall through."
"Let"s skip this phase, then," said Winifred. "It"s too much of a ha.s.sle. Let"s head immediately eastward, and the h.e.l.l with these kids."
"Nein again, dear sister, my love," said Wolfgang. "We have twenty-three candidates for transcendental illumination, including Hitler himself, waiting up there in the old Fuehrer Suite of the Donau-Hotel. The speedy ma.s.s termination of all those lives is to translate them to eternal life on the energy plane. And I will not let that again, dear sister, my love," said Wolfgang. "We have twenty-three candidates for transcendental illumination, including Hitler himself, waiting up there in the old Fuehrer Suite of the Donau-Hotel. The speedy ma.s.s termination of all those lives is to translate them to eternal life on the energy plane. And I will not let that Scheisskopf Scheisskopf Hagbard Celine thwart us at this juncture. I mean to show him once and for all which of us is master. And all the rest of those Hagbard Celine thwart us at this juncture. I mean to show him once and for all which of us is master. And all the rest of those Schweinen Schweinen-Dillinger, the Dealy Lama, Mala-clypse, the old Lady herself, if she"s here. If all of them are are here, it"s our chance to make a clean sweep and annihilate the opposition once and for all, at the beginning of the immanentizing of the Eschaton, rather than in the final stage." here, it"s our chance to make a clean sweep and annihilate the opposition once and for all, at the beginning of the immanentizing of the Eschaton, rather than in the final stage."
"But we can"t catch the kids," said Wilhelm.
"We can. We shall. It will take a long, long time to move them all across that pontoon bridge, and they are all on foot. We have vehicles and can catch up with them before half of them are even on the bridge. They"ll all be bunched together, and those on the bridge will be a perfect target for machine guns. We shall simply sweep in on them, harvesting their lives as we go. We spent years building up our ident.i.ty as the American Medical a.s.sociation just so we could organize the Ingolstadt festival and trap ma.s.ses of human beings on the sh.o.r.e of Lake Totenkopf, that our sacred lake might run red with their blood. Would you throw all that away?"
"I agree. A brilliant a.n.a.lysis," said Wilhelm.
"We must move on at full speed, then," said Wolfgang. He turned to the car behind him and shouted. "Vorwarts "Vorwarts at maximum speed!" General-of-the-SS Hanfgeist stood up, turned toward his subordinates, and moved his blackened lips to form the same words. Immediately the tanks, halftracks, motorcycles, and armored cars began to rev up their engines and the troops started to trot down the road on the double. at maximum speed!" General-of-the-SS Hanfgeist stood up, turned toward his subordinates, and moved his blackened lips to form the same words. Immediately the tanks, halftracks, motorcycles, and armored cars began to rev up their engines and the troops started to trot down the road on the double.
A lookout in one of the festival light-and-sound towers spotted them and relayed a warning to the stage, where Robert Pearson spoke into a microphone. "It is my sad duty to inform you that the pigs are intensifying their approach. Now, don"t run. But do do quicken your pace with all deliberate speed." quicken your pace with all deliberate speed."
Hagbard called in through the doorway of the gold tent, "John, you"ve had enough, for Discordia"s sake. Come on out and let Malaclypse go in."
"I thought you were noncorporeal," said George.
"If you"d known me any length of time you would have noticed that I frequently pick my nose," said the Sartrelike apparition.
"Whew," said John-John Dillinger, emerging from the tent, "who would have thought the old man"d have so much come in him? She says she wants George in there after Mal."
The woman behind the veil was glowing. There was no light in the tent, save for the deep golden radiance that came from her body.
"Come closer, George," she said. "I don"t want you to make love to me now-I only want you to learn the truth. Stand here before me."
The woman behind the veil was Mavis. "Mavis, I love you," said George. "I"ve loved you ever since you took me out of that jail in Mad Dog."
"Look again, George," said Stella.
"Stella! What happened to Mavis?"
I circle around, I circle around ...
"Don"t play games with yourself, George. You know perfectly well that a moment ago I was was Mavis." Mavis."
"It"s the acid," said George.
"The acid only opens your eyes, George. It doesn"t work miracles," said Miss Mao.
I circle around, I circle around ...
"Oh, my G.o.d!" said George. And he thought: And it shall come to pa.s.s, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved And it shall come to pa.s.s, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.
Mavis was there again. "Do you understand, George? Do you understand why you never saw all of us together at once? Do you understand why, all the time you wanted to f.u.c.k me, that when you were f.u.c.king Stella you were were f.u.c.king me? And do you understand that I am not one woman or three women but an infinite number of women?" Before his eyes she turned red, yellow, black, brown, young, middle-aged, a child, an old woman, a Norwegian blonde, a Sicilian brunette, a wild-eyed Greek woman, a tall Ashanti, a slant-eyed Masai, a j.a.panese, a Chinese, a Vietnamese, and on and on and on. f.u.c.king me? And do you understand that I am not one woman or three women but an infinite number of women?" Before his eyes she turned red, yellow, black, brown, young, middle-aged, a child, an old woman, a Norwegian blonde, a Sicilian brunette, a wild-eyed Greek woman, a tall Ashanti, a slant-eyed Masai, a j.a.panese, a Chinese, a Vietnamese, and on and on and on.
The paleface kept turning colors, the way people do when you"re on peyote. Now he looked almost like an Indian. That made it easier to talk to him. Why shouldn"t people turn colors? All the trouble in the world came from the fact that they usually stayed the same color. James nodded profoundly. As usual, peyote had brought him a big Truth. If whites and blacks and Indians were turning colors all the time, there wouldn"t be any hate in the world, because n.o.body would know which people to hate.
Who the h.e.l.l"s mind was that? George wondered. The tent was dark. He looked around for the woman. He rushed out of the tent. No one was looking at him. They were all, Hagbard and the rest of them, staring in awe at a colossal figure that grew ever taller as it strode away from them. It was a golden woman in golden robes with wild gold, red, black hair flowing free. She stepped over the fence that guarded the festival grounds as casually as if it were the threshold of a door. She towered over the Bavarian pines. In her left hand she carried an enormous golden orb.
Hagbard put his hand on George"s shoulder. "It is possible," he said, "to achieve transcendental illumination though a multiplicity of o.r.g.a.s.ms as well as through a multiplicity of deaths."
There were lights advancing down the road. The woman, now ninety-three feet tall, strode toward those lights. She laughed, and the laughter echoed across Lake Totenkopf.