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at least we saved the greenhouse. Something will grow here again, someday. I hope.
    Are you reading this?

    My gears are starting to get a little sticky. For the first time in years I'm having to think about what I'm doing. The motor-movements of writing. Should have hurried more at the start.
    Never mind. Too late to change things now.
    We did it, of course: distilled the water, flew it in, transported it to Gulandio, built a primitive lifting system-half motor-winch and half cog railway-up the side of the volcano, and dropped over twelve thousand five-gallon containers of La Plata water-the brain-buster version-into the murky misty depths of the volcano's caldera. We did all of this in just eight months. It didn't cost six hundred thousand dollars, or a million and a half; it cost over four million, still less than a sixteenth of one per cent of what America spent on defense that year. You want to know how we razed it? I'd tell you if I had more thyme, but my head's falling apart so never mend. I raised most of it myself if it matters to you. Some by hoof and some by croof. Tell you the truth, I didn't know I could do it myself until I did. But we did it and somehow the world held together and that volcano-whatever its name wuz, I can't exactly remember now and there izzunt time to go back over the manuscript-it blue just when it was spo-
    Wait
    Okay. A little better. Digitalin. Bobby had it. Heart's beating like crazy but I can think again.
    The volcano-Mount Grace, we called it-blue just when Dook Rogers said it would. Everything when skihi and for awhile everyone's attention turned away from whatever and toward the skys. And bimmel-dee-dee, said Strapless!
    It happened pretty fast like sex and checks and special effex and everybody got healthy again. I mean-
    wait
    Jesus please let me finish this.
    I mean that everybody stood down. Everybody started to get a little purstective on the situation. The wurld started to get like the wasps in Bobbys nest the one he showed me where they didn't stink too much. There was three yerz like an Indian sumer. People getting together like in that old Youngbloods song that went c-mon everybody get together rite now, like what all the hippeez wanted, you no, peets and luv and Big blast. Feel like my heart is coming out thru my ears. But if I concentrate every bit of my force, my concentration -

    It was like an Indian summer, that's what I meant to say, like three years of Indian summer. Bobby went on with his resurch. La Plata. Sociological background etc. You remember the local Sheriff? Fat old Republican with a good Rodney Youngblood imitashun? How Bobby said he had the preliminary simptoms of Rodney's Disease?
    Concentrate Asshole
    Wasn't just him; turned out like there was a lot of that going around in that part of Texas. All's Hallows Disease is what I meen. For three yerz me and Bobby were down there. Created a new program. New graff of circkles. I saw what was happen and came back here. Bobby and his to asistants stayed on. One shot hisself Boby said when he showed up here. Wait one more bias

    All right. Last time. Heart beating so fast I can hardly breeve. The new graph, the last graph, really only whammed you when it was laid over the calmquake graft. The calmquake graff showed ax of vilence going down as you approached La Plata in the muddle; the Alzheimer's graff showed incidence of premature seenullity going up as you approached La Plata. People there were getting very silly very yung.
    Me and Bobo were careful as we could be for next three years, drink only Par-rier Water and wor big long sleekers in the ran. so no war and when everybobby started to get seely we din and I came back here because he my brother I cant remember what his name-
    Bobby.
    Bobby when he came here tonight cryeen and I sed Bobby I luv you Bobby sed Ime sorry Bowwow Ime sorry I made the hole world fill of foals and dumbbels and I sed better fouls and bells than a big black sinder in spaz and he cryed