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Show -215- He didn't know where he xas going. He vas not yet ready to drive home. He had planned to stop at Stonestoxm and shop for a Christmas present for his xrife, but the events on campus had not only unnerved him, they puzzled him as well. He did not turn on the car-radio. He had seen as much as they xrould have had time to report. He would l i s t e n to a newscast later and find out what had happened inside the Administration Building. His f i r s t thought was to drive up to his daughter's house on Twin Peaks. He considered going doxmtoxm to shop, but he xas not noxr in a shopping mood. He considered stopping at his friend's house. In the end, he did none of these things. He drove doxm to Nineteenth Avenue and headed for the Golden Gate Bridge, and he xas halfxay across the bridge xrhen the impulse struck him to turn off at the scenic overlook on the north end. He would be able to think more clearly if he were not driving. $&&la xas on the bay side, and i t looked across the x<ater to the towers and spires of San Francisco. At this time of day in the summer, the large lot xrould have been f i l l ed with automobiles with license plates from almost every state in the country. Today, even though'the a i r was exceedingly clear and bright, there xrere only a half-dozen cars parked, a l l pulled up to the south-east barrier facing the c i t y . Only two people, a man and his young son, xrere out of their cars, for the xrind, ever brisk here, xas today both brisk and cool. The Professor pulled in a t the far end of the cars already Parked. He turned off his motor, but did not get out. He could |