stick the tourists storm the frontiers, demanding with inflexible autohority asylum from the “unspeakable conditions obtaining in Freeland,” the Chamber of Commerce striving in vain to stem the debacle: “Please to be restful.It is only a few crazies who have from the crazy place outbroken.”

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And Joselito who wrote bad,class-conscious poetry began to cough .The German doctor made a brief examination, touching joselito’s ribs with long, delicate fingers. The doctor was also a concert violinist, a mathematician, a chess master, and a Doctor of International Jurisprudence with licence to practice in the lavatories of the Hague. The doctor flicked a hard, distant glance across Joselito’s brown chest. He looked at Carl and smiled-one educated man to another smile-and raised his eyebrow,saying without words:  “Alzo for the so stupid paesant we must avoid use of the word it is not? Otherwise he shit himself with fear. Koch and spit they are both nasty words I think?”                                      He said aloud :”It is a catarro de los pulmones.”                                                                      Carl talked to the doctor outside under the narrow arcade with rain bouncing up from the street against his pants legs,thinking how many people he tell it to, and the stairs ,porches,lawns,driveways, corridors and streets of the world there in the doctor’s eyes. . . stuffy German alcoves,butterfly trays to the celling, silent portentous smell of uremia seeping under the