sk.thewastelands-第31部分
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ourish of brass。 The two men stop arguing and look at each other； puzzled。
What's that？ one asks。
Dunno； the other replies。 Sounds like a parade。
They rush to the window and it is a parade…a uniformed band marching in lock…step with the sun blazing off their horns； pretty majo…rettes twirling batons and strutting their long； tanned legs； convertibles decked with flowers and filled with waving celebrities。
The two men stare out the window； their quarrel forgotten。 They will undoubtedly return to it； but for the time being they stand together like the best of friends； shoulder to shoulder； watching as the parade goes by…
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A HORN BLARED； STARTLING Jake out of this story； which was as vivid as a powerful dream。 He realized he was still standing in the middle of Lexington； and the light had changed。 He looked around wildly； expecting to see the blue Cadillac bearing down on him； but the guy who had tooted his horn was sitting behind the wheel of a yellow Mustang convert…ible and grinning at him。 It was as if everyone in New York had gotten a whiff of happy…gas today。
Jake waved at the guy and sprinted to the other side of the street。 The guy in the Mustang twirled a finger around his ear to indicate that Jake was crazy； then waved back and drove on。
For a moment Jake simply stood on the far corner； face turned up to the May sunshine； smiling； digging the day。 He supposed prisoners condemned to die in the electric chair must feel this way when they learn they have been granted a temporary reprieve。
The voices were still。
The question was； what was the parade which had temporarily diverted their attention？ Was it just the unmon beauty of this spring morning？
Jake didn't think that was all。 He didn't think so because that sensa…tion of knowing was creeping over him and through him again； the one which had taken possession of him three weeks ago； as he approached the corner of Fifth and Forty…sixth。 But on May 9th； it had been a feeling of impending doom。 Today it was a feeling of radiance； a sense of goodness and anticipation。 It was as if 。。。 as if 。。。
White。 This was the word that came to him； and it clanged in his mind with clear and unquestionable lightness。
〃It's the White！〃 he exclaimed aloud。 〃The ing of the White！〃
He walked on down Fifty…fourth Street； and as he reached the cor…ner of Second and Fifty…fourth； he once more passed under the umbrella of ka…tet。
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HE TURNED RIGHT； THEN stopped； turned； and retraced his steps to the corner。 He needed to walk down Second Avenue now； yes； that was unquestionably correct； but this was the wrong side again。 When the light changed； he hurried across the street and turned right again。 That feeling； that sense of
（Whiteness）
rightness； grew steadily stronger。 He felt half…mad with joy and relief。 He was going to be okay。 This time there was no mistake。 He felt sure that he would soon begin to see people he recognized； as he had recognized the fat lady and the pretzel vendor； and they would be doing things he remembered in advance。
Instead； he came to the bookstore。
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THE MANHATTAN RESTAURANT OF THE MIND； the sign painted in the window read。 Jake went to the d（x》r。 There was a chalkboard hung there； it looked like the kind you saw on the wall in diners and lunchrooms。
TODAY'S SPECIALS
From Florida！ Fresh…Broiled John D。 MacDonald Hardcovers 3 for 2。50 Paperbacks 9 for 5。00
From Mississippi！ Pan…Fried William Faulkner Hardcovers Market Price Vintage Library Paperbacks 75 each
From California！ Hard…Boiled Raymond Chandler Hardcovers Market Price Paperbacks 7 for 5。00
FEED YOUR NEED TO READ
Jake went in； aware that he had； for the first time in three weeks； opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side。 A bell jingled overhead。 The mild； spicy smell of old books hit him； and the smell was somehow like ing home。
The restaurant motif continued inside。 Although the walls were lined with shelves of books； a fountain…style counter bisected the room。 On Jake's side of the counter were a number of small tables with wire…backed Malt Shoppe chairs。 Each table had been arranged to display the day's specials： Travis McGee novels by John D。 Mac…Donald； Philip Marlowe novels by Raymond Chandler； Snopes novels by William Faulkner。 A small sign on the Faulkner table said： Some rare 1st eds available…pls ask。 Another sign； this one on the counter； read simply： BROWSE！ A couple of customers were doing just that。 They sat at the counter； drinking coffee and reading。 Jake thought this was without a doubt the best bookstore he'd ever been in。
The question was； why was he here？ Was it luck； or was it part of that soft； insistent feeling that he was following a trail…a land of force…beam…that had been left for him to find？
He glanced at the display on a small table to his left and knew the answer。
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IT WAS A DISPLAY of children's books。 There wasn't much room on the table； so there were only about a dozen of them…Alice's Adventures in Wonderland； The Hobbit； Tom Sawyer； things like that。 Jake had been attracted by a storybook obviously meant for very young children。 On the bright green cover was an anthropomorphic lootive puffing its way up a hill。 Its cowcatcher （which was bright pink） wore a happy grin and its headlight was a cheerful eye which seemed to invite Jake Cham…bers to e inside and read all about it。 Charlie the Choo…Choo； the title proclaimed； Story and Pictures by Beryl Evans。 Jake's mind flashed back to his Final Essay； with the picture of the Amtrak train on the title…page and the words choo…choo written over and over again inside。
He grabbed the book and clutched it tightly； as if it might fly away if he relaxed his grip。 And as he looked down at the cover； Jake found that he did not trust the smile on Charlie the Choo…Choo's face。 YOM look happy； but I think that's just the mask you wear； he thought。 I don't think you're happy at all。 And I don't think Charlie's your real name； either。
These were crazy thoughts to be having； undoubtedly crazy； but they did not feel crazy。 They felt sane。 They felt true。
Standing next to the place where Charlie the Choo…Choo had been was a tattered paperback。 The cover was quite badly torn and had been mended with Scotch tape now yellow with age。 The picture showed a puzzled…looking boy and girl with a forest of question…marks over their heads。 The title of this book was Riddle…De…Dum！ Brain…Twisters and Puzzles for Everyone！ No author was credited。
Jake tucked Charlie the Choo…Choo under his arm and picked up the riddle book。 He opened it at random and saw this。
When is a door not a door？
〃When it's a jar；〃 Jake muttered。 He could feel sweat popping out on his forehead 。 。 。 his arms 。。。 all over his body。
〃When it's ajar！〃
〃Find something； son？〃 a mild voice inquired。
Jake turned around and saw a fat guy in an open…throated white shirt standing at the end of the counter。 His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his old gabardine slacks。 A pair of half…glasses were pushed up on the bright dome of his bald head。
〃Yes；〃 Jake said feverishly。 〃These two。 Are they for sale？〃
〃Everything you see is for sale；〃 the fat guy said。 〃The building itself would be for sale； if I owned it。 Alas； I only lease。〃 He held out his hand for the books and for a moment Jake balked。 Then； reluctantly； he handed them over。 Part of him expected the fat guy to flee with them； and if he did…if he gave the slightest indication ol trying it…Jake meant to tackle him； rip the books out of his hands； and boogie。 He needed those books。
〃Okay； let's see what yon got；〃 the fat man said。 〃By the way； I'm Tower。 Calvin Tower。〃 He stuck out his hand。
Jake's eyes widened； and he took an involuntary step backward。 〃What？〃
The fat guy looked at him with some interest。 〃Calvin Tower。 Which word is profanity in your language； O Hyperborean Wanderer？〃
〃Huh？〃
〃I just mean you look like someone goosed you； kid。〃
〃Oh。 Sorry。〃 He clasped Mr。 Tower's large； soft hand； hoping the man wouldn't pursue it。 The na
