arty line . . . never know who’s listening in.) I recall this one kid, I condition to shit at sight of me. Then I wash his ass and screw him. It was real tasty. And he was a lovely fellah too. And some times a subject will burst into boyish tears because he can’t keep from ejaculate when you screw him. Well, as you can plainly see, the possibilities are endless like meandering paths in a great big beautiful garden. I was just scratching that lovely surface when I am purged bv Par tv Poops. … Well, ‘son cosas de la vida.’ ”I reach Freeland, which is clean and dull my God. Benway is directing the R.C., Reconditioning Center. I drop around, and “What happened to so and so?” sets in like: “Sidi Idriss ‘The Nark’ Smithers crooned to the Senders for a longevity serum. No fool like an old queen.” “Lester Stroganoff Smuunn—‘El Hassein’—turned him­self into a Latah trying to perfect A.O.P., Automatic Obedience Processing. A martyr to the industry . . .” (Latah is a condition occurring in South East Asia. Otherwise sane, Latahs compulsively imitate every mo­tion onc^ their attention is attracted by snapping the fingers or calling sharply. A form of compulsive in­voluntary hypnosis. They sometimes injure themselves trying to imitate the motions of several people at once.)“Stop me if you’ve heard this atomic secret. . . .”Benway’s face retains its form in the flash bulb of urgency, subject at any moment to unspeakable cleav­age or metamorphosis. It flickers like a picture moving in and out of focus.“Come on,” says Benway, “and I’ll show you around the R.C .”