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Show Acting Alone Page 94 This constituted the Double-Pronged Good. Our councillor was the winner, but irrevocably a devil man, too. His only mistake had been not to be careful about his own burgeoning selfhood and vanity, which eventually precipitated his downfall (or, rather, was going to precipitate it, if all went well). And here the parable trailed off into truism and vagueness and pat ending: Yes, and we, too, my son, must learn to shun our burgeoning selfhood and vanity, etc., etc. Elder Cicerone's mind went elsewhere even as he spoke. No matter. The young Jew had been listening too- intently to the Elder's voice to really have heard any words - just as he should have been. That he'd already said goodbye to the University of Chicago was obvious: he'd even ceased responding like Pavlov's dog to the class bells that had rung several times since they'd been standing there that day, in Chicago. High in the Holly Sugar Building, Elder Cicerone's mind was now further fleshing out the details of this particular brainstorm. He would avoid the mistakes of his not-so-parabolic councillor by chewing off smaller chunks: not a single, whole North American nation in one bite; but just one medium-sized, modest Colorado community at a time - or rather a single site within that community. It was true that the church was already building a Temple in Denver, and that there were hundreds of places outside of Colorado that were higher |
