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over your entire life. How can that fact ever be reconciled with the ‘no interference’ policy they so magnanimously practice?” “Orfeo, are you trying to be a Sherlock Holmes? If so, then don’t conclude until all the facts are assembled,” Adam neatly remonstrated. “You see,” he continued, “they knew I would eventually submit to surgery at the focal point of the sarcoma, namely, at the neck. This would have given me another month of life, at best. So they merely extended the time of its progress where I would have had surgery anyhow, and diffused the total sarcoma unilaterally. Not one minute has been added to me. How they did it is still a mystery to me, but where is the interference? This phase of it means more to you than to me, but you are already giving the problem study, so again, I’m telling you, it is not interference. Whatever we of earth do is not interference of one world upon another, but merely evolution. Now, are you satisfied, and do I have leave to go for the day?” He smiled benevolently. A beautiful man he was, doomed in this lifetime, yes. but he had found life, or life had found him. What matter which it was? His minute was another man’s year. He got up from his chair, prepared to leave. As he walked out of the door it was like the dawn of nature meeting the dawn of man. “Oh, Adam,” I called out as he got into his car. “Where shall we meet tonight?” “Same place, Orfeo; Tiny’s Cafe, at about the same time as last +1.» night.” He started his car and was soon driving away. Suddenly I realized that I did not know where he was going if I should need him. The lonesomeness of the eternal desert gripped me, for most people had not yet awakened and all was still, all but the rising sun and Adam’s car now climbing the hill toward town. I looked to see if a lizard would dart from one bush to another, or a jackrabbit rear its head and run off, but there was nothing alive at the moment except the rising sun 104 SON OF THE SUN at the moment except the rising sun