and giving thanks to the Great Architect that I had been allowed to win through with my all-important message. I listened to several routine reports and an inquiry from some semi-moron who couldn't find the men's washroom, but not a word about myself. More guards circulated through the crowd. Pretty soon-or maybe quite a while-I could have passed for a native.
A big time saver in changing shifts. The helicopters, the pigeons, the streak in the sky where the Antipodes rocket had passed, made a scene idyllic in beauty and serenity. I'll take my leave. That can wait.
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