sellers of orgone tanks and relaxing machines, brokers of exquisite dreams and memories tested on the sensitized cells of junk sickness and bartered for raw materias of the will, doctors skilled in the treatment of disease dormant in the black dust of ruined cities, gathering virulence in the white blood of eyeless worms feeling slowly to the surface and the human host, maladies of the ocean floor and the stratosphere, maladies of the laboratory and  atomic war. . . A place where the unknown past and the emergent future meet in a vibrating soundless hum. . . Larval entities waiting for a Live One. . . (Section describing the City and the Meet Cafè written in a state of Yage intoxication. . . Yage, Ayauhasca,Pilde, Nateema are indian names for Bannisteria Caapi, a fast growing vine indigenous to the Amazon region. See discussion of Yage in Appendix.)Note from Yage states :Images fall slow and silent like snow. . . Serenity. . .All defenses fall. . . everything is free to enter or go out. . . Fear is simply impossible. . .A beatiful blue substance flows into me. . .I see an archaic grinning face like South Pacific mask. . .The face is blue purple splotched with gold. . .The room takes on aspect of Near East whorehouse with blue walls and red tasseled lamps. . .I fell myself turning into a Negress, the black color silently invading my flesh. . .Convulsions of lust. . .My legs take on a well rounded Polynesian substance. . .Everything stirs with a writhing furtive life. . .The room is Near East, Negro, South Pacific, in some familiar place I cannot locate. . .Yage is a space-time travel. . .The room