seems to shake and vibrate with motion. . . . The blood and substance of many races* Negro, Polynesian, Mountain Mongol, Desert Nomad, Polyglot Near East, Indian, races as yet unconceived and unborn, passes through the body. . . . Migrations, incredible journeys through deserts and jungles and mountains (stasis and death in closed mountain valley where plants grow out of genitals, vast crustaceans hatch inside and break the shell of body) across the Pacific in an outrigger canoe to Easter Island.. . .
(It occurs to me that preliminary Yage nausea is motion sickness of transport to Yage state. . . .)
“All medicine men use it in their practice to foretell the future, locate lost or stolen objects, to diagnose and treat illness, to name the perpetrator of a crime.” Since the Indian ( straitjacket for Herr Boas—trade joke—nothing so maddens   ananthropologist as Primitive Man)
does not regard any death as accidental, and they are unacquainted with their own sel-destructive trends referring to them contemptuously as “our naked cousins,” or perhaps feeling that these trends above all are subject to the manipulation of alien and hostile wills, any death is murder. The medicine man takes Yage and the identity of the murderer is revealed to him. As you may imagine, the deliberations of the medicine man during one of these jungle inquests give rise to certain feelings of uneasiness among his constituents.
“Let’s hope Old Xiuptutol don’t wig and name one of the boys.”
“Take a curare and relax. We got the fix in . .
“But if he wig? Picking up on that Nateema all the
time he don’t touch the ground in twenty years. . . . I