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That isn't what I meant," I assured her, though privately I was not at all convinced that it wasn't at least partly true: when she bent to steady Mrs. Sear, for example, and that surprising person at once thrust a hand into her crotch, Anastasia wept for sheer distress at this new unpleasantness, but would neither leave the importunate woman nor remove the hand.
"Demonstrate your humanity, George," urged Dr. Sear. "If the goat-thing's not to your taste, do somethingà trois. Mrs. Stoker will let you."
I saw his point, and was not unwilling to implement it in some measure for the sake of my several objectives. But I was less assured than he of Anastasia's readiness to cooperate in a display of Conscious Depravity, and therefore I told her straightforwardly what was ahoof:
"Peter Greene's watching along with Dr. Sear, Anastasia." At this news she would indeed have fled had I not gripped her pretty shoulders from behind, and Mrs. Sear her escutcheon from before.
"Peter schmeeter," said Mrs. Sear.

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eschew those vices altogether. Just so (I spoke in as objectively illustrative a tone as I could manage) with adultery, wife-beating, drunkenness, and violence of all sorts; the question was not when, with whom, how much, or how often, but whether at all in any case; and the answer was No.
"There's the U.C. building ahead," the Chancellor observed. His voice was glum.
I begged him in that event to hear me out, as I'd only been illustrating what seemed to me to be the correct Entelechian approach to the Boundary Dispute.
"Our present policy isn't Entelechian?" His tone was amused: New Tammany's strategy, he said, had been to do of every sort on as many fronts as possible with the Nikolayans; to involve the affairs of the two s so subtly and extensively thatdétente would be the actual state of intercollegiate affairs regardless of theoretical contradictions, and riot would become tantamount to economic as well as physical suicide. The long-standing Boundary Dispute -- now virtually an institution, with its own budget, offices, officers, rituals, and publications -- provided the occasion and machinery

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had no visible effect.
"What's in it for me if I tell you?" he chuckled, squinting at my shadow. "It's later than you think."
Angrily I reminded him that I was no ignorant beggar, deserving or otherwise, but a registered bonafide Candidate for Graduation and a Grand Tutorin posse, who could certainly give him a much-needed Tutorial word or two if I so chose -- the which by tradition and common fame were pearls of so great price that all the information in all the encyclopedias of the University was as nothing beside the least of them.
"No deal," Ira Hector replied. "I've been Certified already." From a worn leather snap-purse in his vest pocket he pinched out a much-folded parchment, of a kind familiar: under the usual certificatory formulations, Harold Bray's signature and a penned subscription:"Founder helps those who help themselves."
"I've helped myself to everything in reach!" he admitted gleefully, adding that while he personally regarded Graduation as the daydream of fools and bankrupts, worth nothing on the informational market, he'd offered to support Bray's Grand-Tutorship in Tower Hall in return for Certification, both because he frankly enjoyed possessing anything that other people craved, and because he wanted to assure himself that even a Grand Tutor has His price.

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appointment. Don't you agree?"
Reluctantly I did and lowered my stick, still however hostile.
"Then let's not contend, shall we?"
"All those Certifications of yours are false," I charged. "Those people aren't Candidates yet. I'll bet you even Certified Stoker!"
Bray put his fingers together and once more quoted the Founder's Scroll:"Passèd are the Founder's fools, and flunkèd they who hold His ways make sense. But I'm not here to Certify you as a regular undergraduate, George; simply to read out your Assignment so that you can pass it or fail it, as may be. Think of it as WESCAC's Assignment, since you seem not to care for me; that's what itis, actually."
I hesitated. His reasoning seemed unexceptionable, but I was loath to acknowledge it.
"It's just like regular Matriculation," Anastasia said. Her tears were wiped, her voice was soothing again. "Except in your case -- because of the Turnstile and no ID-card and all -- it's. . .irregular."
"Everything that's happened since you came to Main Gate has been

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Now drums rolled, and Maurice Stoker, with exaggerated gestures of menace, took up a position before the Turnstile, facing the athletes. The sequined beauty on his motorcycle, evidently the new Miss University, was escorted to a dais near the Left Gate. Stoker's appearance this time was met with good-hisses and boos, as he represented the Dean o' Flunks now in his aspect of Opponent rather than Tempter.
"He's in pretty good shape for a fellow his age," Greene said. "But his reflexes won't be too quick." He himself now stripped off jacket, shirt, and undershirt -- in order, he explained, both to run and climb the more freely and to offer Stoker as little as possible to grab hold of. For the latter reason the athletes also oiled their skin.
"Bestwe can do's work up a good sweat," he said, and asking me to hold his ID-card, began doing push-ups on the pavement. Me he advised to do the same, but since I thought it inappropriate to remove my wrapper, I saw little point in perspiration. I did however accept from him a "pep pill," as he called it, to counter the effect of two restless nights; had I known the black capsules came from the Powerhouse, I'd perhaps have declined. Just as I swallowed, the drums ceased with a crash; Stoker spread his arms and danced threateningly; the whistle blew; and the first athlete dashed with a bleat from the

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magic charms like Doctor Know-It-AIl;
brainswere all I had, man! When she said:
"Answer this question quickly, or you're dead:
What mother eats up all her children, hey?"
Ididn't dance in circles; Ididn't say:
"I know the answer, ma'am, but it's outlandish,
so I won't tell it." She'd have made a sandwich
out of me if I'd pulled those old tricks!
Intelligencewas what it took to fix
her wagon! I said, "Nothing to it, Grampus:
the mom that eats her kids is Mother Campus --
matter of fact, she's having you for supperl"

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"Hearing this, the fearsome beast threw up her
paws and died as if a spear were in her
heart,"et cetera. /'//throw up my dinner
if I have to hear that bragging tale again.

TALIPED:No clairvoyance, Gynander: just my brain,
my passèd human brain -- that's what it took!

GYNANDER: Then use your passèd brain to find the crook,
since you're so good at riddles. Here's a clue:
Know yourself.Begin your search with you.
You'll see the man you're after in a mirror;
take your falseface off --you'll see him clearer.

TALIPED: We see a flunking traitor; that's what we see!
A nasty, scheming, blind old AC/DC
wife's brother's
in cahoots with you, I'll bet --and others
too, no doubt. I see your pretty plot:
you'll pin the rap on me, and when you've got

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smiled somewhat sadly, to let me know he held no grudge, and we rejoined Croaker and Peter Greene. They in turn had been joined by a desiccate gentleman whom I recognized as Dr. Kennard Sear, and who it developed remembered Greene cordially as his patient of some years previously. The two seemed to be on good terms despite the great difference in their natures and the fact that their professional had been unfruitful. Greene had bought an extra ticket for the Doctor and was clapping him on the shoulder as we approached.
"My dear George," Sear murmured amiably. "Good to see you again. Pity Hedwig isn't here; she was quite taken with you last night."
I shook the fine dry hand he offered me and then put by my apprehension at the morrow's prospect to join the general good-fellowship. Dr. Sear was delighted to see Max once more, having been among his admirers and supporters in the troubled past.
"Kennard Sear. . ."Max frowned."Ja, sure, the young radiologist with the Cum Laude Project. I thought you were on Eierkopf's side."