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.He had not only been trained as a priest of Gint buthad been to the London School of Economics, where he learned to hate America.He also hated Britain, France, West Germany and all the Western industrializedcountries.This was easy to come by in London where he had been exposed towhat he and most of the other Third World students really hated about theWest.They weren't part of it.Seeing Remo and Terri, he spoke in English to the multitudes."Here they are.The imperialists.Why don't you have skyscrapers like theyhave? Because they have exploited them from you.Why don't you have as manyshirts as they have? Because they have many shirts while you do not even haveone.Is that fair? They consume so much of the resources of the world that youhave nothing.They ride around in big cars while you walk on bare feet.Isthat fair? There they are.The imperialists come to step on you."Thus spoke the fakir dedicated to the goddess Gint.Now the beggars who stoodaround did not understand English but the fakir knew the talk was not forthem, for they had no coins for his begging bowl.It was for the Americansthemselves, because if you called Americans or Britons imperialist exploiters,they would put bills in your bowl.Especially American women who were stupidenough to believe that if Americans had fewer shirts, somehow Indians wouldhave more.The Britons were not as good for this, sometimes thinking things through.ButAmerican women106were absolutely splendid, believing that somehow American use of bauxite andpetroleum deprived people in loincloths of something they would otherwise use.The fakir saw the American man approach.He could see that his speech hadgotten to the woman but the American's man's face was hard to read."Exploiter of the masses, have you come to step on us? Have you" come to stealour bauxite? Are you robbing us of our manganese and ferrous oxide?"The fakir lifted his head very gently for a sudden move on his bed or nailswould let the sharpened spikes pierce his backbone."Pig.Brutalizer.Robber," he said to Remo and Terri.Terri put fifteendollars American into the bowl.Remo stepped up and onto the fakir, pressinghim down into his nails, making sure the upper back went down with the firststep so there would be no more noise out of the mouth.The fakir lay there embedded on his spikes.Remo took back Terri's fifteendollars and gave it to the crowd.Terri looked at the fakir, the crowd, the fakir, Remo, and the fakir again.Already flies were settling on him."Why.what did you do that for?" she gasped."Listen, if he says I came to step on him, who am I to prove him wrong?""You're the ugly American.Absolutely," she said."Why not?" said Remo and the day was good.Terri turned to Chiun."Did you see him? He just killed a man.For no reasonat all.A poor simply holy man speaking the truth as he knew it,"107Chiun said nothing but Remo snapped, "I don't know what the matter is withyou, but you seem to take some malignant anti-American crap and invest it withvirtue.You don't know what he was talking about.Maybe he was ragging thecrowd to mob us.Would you rather have seen me kill the crowd?""All this death all the time.Why, why, why?" asked Terri.Page 42 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Because, because, because," said Remo."That's not an answer.""It is for me," Remo said."You beast," said Terri.And in Korean, Chiun said to Remo about the fakir now impaled on his bed ofnails, "I always wanted to do that.I always wanted to do that."Terri did not understand what he said, but she said, "That's right, Chiun.Youtell him that professional assassins don't kill wantonly.""It seemed right," Remo said to Chiun in Korean."Don't listen to him," Terri said to Chiun."He could corrupt you.""If you see another one," Chiun said in Korean, "He's mine.I don't know whywe never thought of that before.""You've got to be special," said Remo with pride."I am," said Chiun."That's why I don't know why I never thought of thatbefore."Suddenly Terri sobbed."I hate you," she sputtered at Remo."I hope the mobdoes mob us.How's that?""No.They only go after you if you look weak.They'll never attack anyone whosteps a fakir into his nails," Remo said.108Terri looked.It was true.All the beggars were looking at the puncturedcorpse as a curiosity.No one was bothering them.One of them peeled off thecorpse's loincloth to use as his own.According to legend, the goddess Gint mated with the forces of the universe tocreate the god of dark places.Gint herself was said to have murdered a part of the day which people wouldnever see again.It was not morning or evening, but was supposed to occurshortly after noon and according to legend, was a cool and dark moment, abrief respite from the hot Indian sun.This did Gint take into her bosom and away from mankind.Naturally, it madeher one of the India's most beloved goddesses.She was widely regarded as thebenefactress of schemes, and the cult of Gint was one of the richest in India.Yet this day as Remo and Chiun accompanied Terri into the temple looking formore Hamidian writing, no one was tending the flowers or the candles or thesweetmeats set at the feet of the goddess' statue.Gint had seven breasts and according to Indian mythology eight sons, whopromptly destroyed the weakest by cutting off his lips so he could not eat.Seeing how much more milk there was, the strongest son decided to take all thebreasts for himself and when his brothers were suckling, bit off the backs oftheir heads.Angered, Gint ordered her remaining son never to drink her milk109again but to drink the dark brackish waters in small ponds and to live foreveras a mud slug.So to that very day, devout Hindus were careful of stepping on mud lest theyprofane the only remaining son of Gint."How spiritual.How beautiful," said Terri, reading the legend under thestatue and smelling the incense candles."The statue's got a face like a mushroom and seven tits," Remo said."She'sthe ugliest thing I've ever seen.""How beastly you are.In the presence of such spirituality, showing how grossyou are."Their footsteps sounded like coins dropping on the taut skin of a drumhead.The ceilings were painted with snakes devouring babies and slugs drinking fromthe breast of swamps.This was done in rubies, emeralds and sapphires.Remo noticed little bundles taped to the ceiling where the support pillarswere.Every pillar had them.They felt wrong.He looked toward Chiun and the old Korean nodded."Let's find the writing and get the hell out of here," Remo said."It should be right near this temple," said Terri."But I don't want toprofane their religion."Page 43 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"The only way you can profane it is by having an honest thought," Remo said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He had not only been trained as a priest of Gint buthad been to the London School of Economics, where he learned to hate America.He also hated Britain, France, West Germany and all the Western industrializedcountries.This was easy to come by in London where he had been exposed towhat he and most of the other Third World students really hated about theWest.They weren't part of it.Seeing Remo and Terri, he spoke in English to the multitudes."Here they are.The imperialists.Why don't you have skyscrapers like theyhave? Because they have exploited them from you.Why don't you have as manyshirts as they have? Because they have many shirts while you do not even haveone.Is that fair? They consume so much of the resources of the world that youhave nothing.They ride around in big cars while you walk on bare feet.Isthat fair? There they are.The imperialists come to step on you."Thus spoke the fakir dedicated to the goddess Gint.Now the beggars who stoodaround did not understand English but the fakir knew the talk was not forthem, for they had no coins for his begging bowl.It was for the Americansthemselves, because if you called Americans or Britons imperialist exploiters,they would put bills in your bowl.Especially American women who were stupidenough to believe that if Americans had fewer shirts, somehow Indians wouldhave more.The Britons were not as good for this, sometimes thinking things through.ButAmerican women106were absolutely splendid, believing that somehow American use of bauxite andpetroleum deprived people in loincloths of something they would otherwise use.The fakir saw the American man approach.He could see that his speech hadgotten to the woman but the American's man's face was hard to read."Exploiter of the masses, have you come to step on us? Have you" come to stealour bauxite? Are you robbing us of our manganese and ferrous oxide?"The fakir lifted his head very gently for a sudden move on his bed or nailswould let the sharpened spikes pierce his backbone."Pig.Brutalizer.Robber," he said to Remo and Terri.Terri put fifteendollars American into the bowl.Remo stepped up and onto the fakir, pressinghim down into his nails, making sure the upper back went down with the firststep so there would be no more noise out of the mouth.The fakir lay there embedded on his spikes.Remo took back Terri's fifteendollars and gave it to the crowd.Terri looked at the fakir, the crowd, the fakir, Remo, and the fakir again.Already flies were settling on him."Why.what did you do that for?" she gasped."Listen, if he says I came to step on him, who am I to prove him wrong?""You're the ugly American.Absolutely," she said."Why not?" said Remo and the day was good.Terri turned to Chiun."Did you see him? He just killed a man.For no reasonat all.A poor simply holy man speaking the truth as he knew it,"107Chiun said nothing but Remo snapped, "I don't know what the matter is withyou, but you seem to take some malignant anti-American crap and invest it withvirtue.You don't know what he was talking about.Maybe he was ragging thecrowd to mob us.Would you rather have seen me kill the crowd?""All this death all the time.Why, why, why?" asked Terri.Page 42 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Because, because, because," said Remo."That's not an answer.""It is for me," Remo said."You beast," said Terri.And in Korean, Chiun said to Remo about the fakir now impaled on his bed ofnails, "I always wanted to do that.I always wanted to do that."Terri did not understand what he said, but she said, "That's right, Chiun.Youtell him that professional assassins don't kill wantonly.""It seemed right," Remo said to Chiun in Korean."Don't listen to him," Terri said to Chiun."He could corrupt you.""If you see another one," Chiun said in Korean, "He's mine.I don't know whywe never thought of that before.""You've got to be special," said Remo with pride."I am," said Chiun."That's why I don't know why I never thought of thatbefore."Suddenly Terri sobbed."I hate you," she sputtered at Remo."I hope the mobdoes mob us.How's that?""No.They only go after you if you look weak.They'll never attack anyone whosteps a fakir into his nails," Remo said.108Terri looked.It was true.All the beggars were looking at the puncturedcorpse as a curiosity.No one was bothering them.One of them peeled off thecorpse's loincloth to use as his own.According to legend, the goddess Gint mated with the forces of the universe tocreate the god of dark places.Gint herself was said to have murdered a part of the day which people wouldnever see again.It was not morning or evening, but was supposed to occurshortly after noon and according to legend, was a cool and dark moment, abrief respite from the hot Indian sun.This did Gint take into her bosom and away from mankind.Naturally, it madeher one of the India's most beloved goddesses.She was widely regarded as thebenefactress of schemes, and the cult of Gint was one of the richest in India.Yet this day as Remo and Chiun accompanied Terri into the temple looking formore Hamidian writing, no one was tending the flowers or the candles or thesweetmeats set at the feet of the goddess' statue.Gint had seven breasts and according to Indian mythology eight sons, whopromptly destroyed the weakest by cutting off his lips so he could not eat.Seeing how much more milk there was, the strongest son decided to take all thebreasts for himself and when his brothers were suckling, bit off the backs oftheir heads.Angered, Gint ordered her remaining son never to drink her milk109again but to drink the dark brackish waters in small ponds and to live foreveras a mud slug.So to that very day, devout Hindus were careful of stepping on mud lest theyprofane the only remaining son of Gint."How spiritual.How beautiful," said Terri, reading the legend under thestatue and smelling the incense candles."The statue's got a face like a mushroom and seven tits," Remo said."She'sthe ugliest thing I've ever seen.""How beastly you are.In the presence of such spirituality, showing how grossyou are."Their footsteps sounded like coins dropping on the taut skin of a drumhead.The ceilings were painted with snakes devouring babies and slugs drinking fromthe breast of swamps.This was done in rubies, emeralds and sapphires.Remo noticed little bundles taped to the ceiling where the support pillarswere.Every pillar had them.They felt wrong.He looked toward Chiun and the old Korean nodded."Let's find the writing and get the hell out of here," Remo said."It should be right near this temple," said Terri."But I don't want toprofane their religion."Page 43 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"The only way you can profane it is by having an honest thought," Remo said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]