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he doesnтАЩt know what heтАЩs in for in that
department, but try to get Shaman to
listen to my say-so.

"Now, IтАЩm just a little guy, see, but we
can play the star guys off against him,
because they want you back on Sanduleak."

"Ah."

"Listen. ShamanтАЩs gotta start fertilizing
now to plant seeds next year and harvest
the year after that, when his larder gets
echoey. This is why I have committed two
vacations, though God knows there are
things IтАЩd rather be doing, named Fay in
East Tonawanda. You kapeesh, Old Lower
Forty?"

"Why do I believe youтАЩre not crazy?"

"It is written."

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7. ShamanтАЩs Farm

Many things were written of which I was
unaware then, but where I now live, folks
know everything. Time flows differently
two hundred thousand light-years from my
old galaxy. I look up at the sky from
Sanduleak, rotating five times a second,
and I see there the histories of all the
worlds, compiled by epoch├й. . . .

Shaman chose the womb of a twentieth
century North American woman to be born
from. Egyptians, he had found, were too
hard to proselytize, Indians too easy,
Japanese too slavish, Australians too
anarchic, but the American
bourgeoissie?perfect. He magnetized their
children, told them tales of Pharaohs and
extraterrestrials, himself always in the
middle, Tuthmosis, seed of Chephren, son