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would help."
"Of course," said Meris. "Not ours to keep."
"The boys," said Johannan suddenly. "Those in the ear. There was a most
unhealthy atmosphere. It was an accident, of course. I tried to lift out of
the way, but I was taken unawares. But there was little concern-"
"There will be," said Mark grimly. "Their hearing is Friday."
"There was one," said Johannan slowly, "who felt pain and compassion-"
"Tad," said Meris. "He doesn't really belong-"
"But he associated-"
"Yes," said Mark, "consent by silence."
The narrow, pine-lined road swept behind the car, the sunlight flicking
across the hood like pale, liquid pickets. Lala bounced on Meris's lap, making
excited, unintelligible remarks about the method of transportation and the
scenery going by the windows. Johannan sat in the back seat being silently
absorbed in his new world. The trip to town was a three-fold expedition-to
attend the hearing for the boys involved in the accident-to start Johannan on
his search for the Group, and to celebrate the completion of Mark's
manuscript.
They had left it blockily beautiful on the desk, awaiting the triumphant
moment when it would be wrapped and sent on its way and when Mark would
suddenly have large quantifies of uncommitted time on his hands for the first
time in years.
"What is it?" Johannan had asked.
"His book," said Meris. "A reference textbook for one of those frightening
new fields that are in the process of developing. I can't even remember its
name, let alone understand what it's about."
Mark laughed. "I've explained a dozen times. I don't think she wants to
remember. The book's to be used by a number of universities for their textbook
in the field if, if it can be ready for next year's classes. If it can't be
available in time, another one will be used and all the concentration of
years.--" He was picking up Johannan's gesture.
"So complicated-" said Meris.
"Oh yes," said Johannan. "Earth's in the complication stage."
"Complication stage?" asked Meris.
"Yes," said Johannan. "See that tree out there? Simplicity says-a tree. Then
wonder sets in and you begin to analyze it-cells growth, structure, leaves,
photosynthesis, roots, bark, rings-on and on until the tree is a mass of
complications. Then, finally, with reservations not quite to be removed, you
can put it back together again and sigh in simplicity once more-a tree. You're
in the complication period in the world now."
"Is true!" laughed Mark. "Is true!"
"Just put the world back together again, someday," said Meris, soberly.
"Amen," said the two men.
But now the book was at the cabin and they were in town for a day that was
remarkable for its widely scattered, completely unorganized, confusion. It
started off with Lala, in spite of her father's warning words, leaving the car
through the open window, headlong, without waiting for the door to be opened.
A half a block of pedestrians-five to be exact-rushed to congregate in
expectation of blood and death, to be angered in their relief by Lala's
laughter, which lit her eyes and bounced her dark curls. Johannan snatched her