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〃There are one…hump camels and two…hump camels；〃 Heinrich told her。 〃So it depends which kind you're talking about。〃
〃Are you telling me a two…hump camel stores food in one hump and water in the other？〃
〃The important thing about camels；〃 he said； 〃is that camel meat is considered a delicacy。〃
〃I thought that was alligator meat；〃 Denise said。
〃Who introduced the camel to America？〃 Babette said。 〃They had them out west for a while to carry supplies to coolies who were building the great railroads that met at Ogden； Utah。 I remember my history exams。〃
〃Are you sure you're not talking about llamas？〃 Heinrich said。
〃The llama stayed in Peru；〃 Denise said。 〃Peru has the llama； the vicu？a and one other animal。 Bolivia has tin。 Chile has copper and iron。〃
〃I'll give anyone in this car five dollars；〃 Heinrich said； 〃if they can name the population of Bolivia。〃
〃Bolivians；〃 my daughter said。
The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation。 There must be something in family life that generates factual error。 Over…closeness； the noise and heat of being。 Perhaps something even deeper； like the need to survive。 Murray says we are fragile creatures surrounded by a world of hostile facts。 Facts threaten our happiness and security。 The deeper we delve into the nature of things； the looser our structure may seem to bee。 The family process works toward sealing off the world。 Small errors grow heads； fictions proliferate。 I tell Murray that ignorance and confusion can't possibly be the driving forces behind family solidarity。 What an idea； what a subversion。 He asks me why the strongest family units exist in the least developed societies。 Not to know is a weapon of survival； he says。 Magic and superstition bee entrenched as the powerful orthodoxy of the clan。 The family is strongest where objective reality is most likely to be misinterpreted。 What a heartless theory； I say。 But Murray insists it's true。
In a huge hardware store at the mall I saw Eric Massingale； a former microchip sales engineer who changed his life by ing out here to join the teaching staff of the puter center at the Hill。 He was slim and pale； with a dangerous grin。
〃You're not wearing dark glasses； Jack。〃
〃I only wear them on campus。〃
〃I get it。〃
We went our separate ways into the store's deep interior。 A great echoing din； as of the extinction of a species of beast； filled the vast space。 People bought twenty…two…foot ladders； six kinds of sandpaper； power saws that could fell trees。 The aisles were long and bright； filled with oversized brooms； massive sacks of peat and dung； huge Rubbermaid garbage cans。 Rope hung like tropical fruit； beautifully braided strands； thick； brown； strong。 What a great thing a coil of rope is to look at and feel。 I bought fifty feet of Manila hemp just to have it around； show it to my son； talk about where it es from； how it's made。 People spoke English； Hindi； Vietnamese； related tongues。
I ran into Massingale again at the cash terminals。
〃I've never seen you off campus； Jack。 You look different without your glasses and gown。 Where did you get that sweater？ Is that a Turkish army sweater？ Mail order； right？〃
He looked me over； felt the material of the water…repellent jacket I was carrying draped across my arm。 Then he backed up； altering his perspective； nodding a little； his grin beginning to take on a self…satisfied look； reflecting some inner calculation。
〃I think I know those shoes；〃 he said。
What did he mean； he knew these shoes？
〃You're a different person altogether。〃
〃Different in what way； Eric？〃
〃You won't take offense？〃 he said； the grin turning lascivious； rich with secret meaning。
〃Of course not。 Why would I？〃
〃Promise you won't take offense。〃
〃I won't take offense。〃
〃You look so harmless； Jack。 A big； harmless； aging； indistinct sort of guy。〃
〃Why would I take offense？〃 I said； paying for my rope and hurrying out the door。
The encounter put me in the mood to shop。 I found the others and we walked across two parking lots to the main structure in the Mid…Village Mall； a ten…story building arranged around a center court of waterfalls； promenades and gardens。 Babette and the kids followed me into the elevator； into the shops set along the tiers； through the emporiums and department stores； puzzled but excited by my desire to buy。 When I could not decide between two shirt〃 they encouraged me to buy both。 When I said I was hungry； they fed me pretzels； beer； souvlaki。 The two girls scouted ahead； spotting things they thought I might want or need； running back to get me； to clutch my arms； plead with me to follow。 They were my guides to endless well…being。 People swarmed through the boutiques and gourmet shops。 Organ music rose from the great court。 We smelled chocolate； popcorn； cologne； we smelled rugs and furs； hanging salamis and deathly vinyl。 My family gloried in the event。 I was one of them； shopping； at last。 They gave me advice； badgered clerks on my behalf。 I kept seeing myself unexpectedly in some reflecting surface。 We moved from store to store； rejecting not only items in certain departments； not only entire departments but whole stores； mammoth corporations that did not strike our fancy for one reason or another。 There was always another store； three floors； eight floors； basement full of cheese graters and paring knives。 I shopped with reckless abandon。 I shopped for immediate needs and distant contingencies。 I shopped for its own sake； looking and touching； inspecting merchandise I had no intention of buying； then buying it。 I sent clerks into their fabric books and pattern books to search for elusive designs。 I began to grow in value and self…regard。 I filled myself out； found new aspects of myself； located a person I'd forgotten existed。 Brightness settled around me。 We crossed from furniture to men's wear； walking through cosmetics。 Our images appeared on mirrored columns； in glassware and chrome； on TV monitors in security rooms。 I traded money for goods。 The more money I spent； the less important it seemed。 I was bigger than these sums。 These sums poured off my skin li