"Norman Spinrad - He Walked Among Us" - читать интересную книгу автора (Spinrad Norman)

Road that goes ever on.

тАЬWalkabout Through the DreamtimeтАЭ ended not with some grand rhetorical flourish but with Amanda
delivering the final line of the formal presentation as she walked among her audience while they rose from
their pillows around her.

тАЬThere's a higher level,тАЭ she said quite conversationally, тАЬnot that I've attained it, but I've talked to
people who say they have, and that's when you can open the doorway any time and place you want."

And she was speaking now directly to some female poet and a blocked screenwriter, as she shrugged,
and smiled a slightly wistful smile. тАЬSome day, who knows, maybe I'll get there."

And her audience had broken up into a community of the usual seekers, and Amanda had quite naturally
become just one of them, without being conscious of stepping through that doorway either.

тАЬAre you leaving tomorrow, Amanda?"

тАЬNo, Davidson's giving a seminar on morphic resonance I really want to hear...."

тАЬSaw it at Esalon, pretty vague stuff."

тАЬYou never know....тАЭ said Amanda.

You never did.

тАЬThe first few hits are free, kid,тАЭ her father once told her with a Cheshire cat smile, тАЬor so at the time it
seems, after which you finds yourself spending the rest of your life on the Pilgrim's Path to the Palace of
Wisdom, to learn when you are fortunate, to teach when you are called upon to teach."

Words to live by, or a precognitive description of her adult life to come. Which was perhaps why
Amanda was thought of so warmly by her fellow performers on the New Age Circuit, a company of
mystics, gurus, visionaries, and charlatans, not exactly known for their lack of competitive spirit.

Half of her time on the Circuit, Amanda gave her тАЬexperiences,тАЭ and the rest of the time she paid much
of the proceeds thereof to attendtheirs , a renunciation of the ego and a demonstration of spiritual
sincerity on a pecuniary level that none of them were quite prepared to attain.
****

Oh what schlocky webs we weave! Texas Jimmy Balaban thought morosely as he knocked back
another slug of heavily-watered bourbon in Kapplemeyer's Fabulous Sunset Room.

If he hadn't picked up Sabrina in the New York hotel, he wouldn't have had to flee into the Catskills, if
he hadn't told her that he had dragged her to a dump like Kapplemeyer's to scout talent and revealed his
identity to the management like a putz to boot, then just maybe he could have escaped the last hour and a
half of torture.
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