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Afternoon

        Paranoia feeds on coincidence, Nate. Why would Kolpak want The
        Myth  and  the  Moment?  He  wouldn’t.  He  would  want  grist  for  his
        teleplay mill, and he assumed I was still writing that kind of stuff. He
        undoubtedly also sensed my  hostility  this morning:  never  work  for
        him, never sell to him. Probably go home and hide my work, in fact.
        So he had to strike immediately. My God.
          “Hey, you all right, Nate?”
           “Eh? No, I’m feeling rather ill at the moment. I’ve got a suspicion
        that Kolpak is behind my rooms being ransacked. I knew he was an
        unscrupulous son-of-a-bitch, but this is too much!”
          “Say, that’s a heavy accusation, man. Why do you think Phil would
        want to mess with your stuff? You’re not part of that scene anymore.
        He’s  got  all  kinds  of  people  ready  and  willing  to  write  scripts  for
        him.”
          “Yeah, I agree he’d have no rational motive I can figure out. But I
        don’t know what goes on his head. I think he sees the world very
        differently.  All  successful  people  must.  You  and  I,  we’ve  kicked
        around without getting anywhere special; we’ve learned to live with a
        modest position, so to speak, in the social order. We don’t see the
        need or feel the pressure to keep succeeding. Phil does.”
          “You really know the man! But you say you haven’t seen him in
        years?”
          “I guess I’ve reached the age where my long-term memory is better
        than the short-term. One reason I’m so freaked out is that I’m going
        to have to reconstruct my most recent work without any notes, and it
        will be a strain. But I can easily quote whole passages from things I
        did twenty or thirty years ago.”
          “Hey, I’m like that with songs, you know? I always thought it was
        because the new ones just ain’t memorable, you dig? Or else being
        young and full of hormones was conducive to imprinting the lyrics of
        the day on one’s cerebral cortex.”
          “Ham! You sly old dog! Nothing wrong with your mind, let me tell
        you. A lot of people have gone on this anti-intellectual kick since the
        reactionaries  came  to  power,  and  I’m  glad  to  see  you’re  still
        thinking.”
          “Ah, come on with that flattery bullshit. You’re just congratulating
        yourself for being smart enough to understand me, that’s all. Listen,
        I’ve got to run. You all right now?”

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