A wave of electric horror sweeps through the Conferents. . .They storm the exits screaming and clawing. . .

THE MARKET

Panorama of the city of Interzone. Opening bars of East St. Louis Toodleoo. . .at times lound and clear then faint and intermittent like music down in a windy street. . . The room seems to shake and vibrate with motion.The blood and the substance of many races. Negro, Polynesian , Mountain Mongol , Desert Nomad, Polyglot Near East , Indian- races as yet unconceived and unborn, combinations not yet realized pass through your body. Migrations, incredible journeys through deserts and jungles and mountains ( stasis and death in closed mountain valleys where plants grown out of genitals, vast crustaceans hatch inside and break the shell of the body ) across the Pacific in an outrigger cane to Eastern Island. The Composite City where all human  potentials are spread out in a vast of silent market. Minarets, palms, mountains, jungle. . . A sluggish river jumping with vicious fish, vast weed-grown parks where boys lie in the grass, play cryptic games. Not a locked door in the City. Anyone comes into your room at any time. The Chief of Police is a Chinese who picks his teeth and listens to denunciations presented by a lunatic.Every now and then the Chinese takes the toothpick out of his mouth and looks at the end of it.