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Show Anting Alone Page 315 Chapter Eighteen "This is a swell song sheet that girl gave us. Is this some kind of liturgical symbol on the back or something?" "No. That's a schematic of a person's head viewed from the top. See? Little nose poking out in front? Big ears on the side?" "Hey, yeah. With all those little squigglies inside. Is it supposed to be something like, you know, a neo-psychedelical picture? To go with the music and all?" • The nun - Sister Simone Stylite was her ostensible name - laughed and elbowed him right in the spleenhole. "No, no, no," she said. "This is surplus EEG paper. Donated by one of our community's many fine hospitals which're scattered across the length and breadth of the land. That's somebody's brain waves scribbled inside the schematic head. And today's musical program has been mimeographed quite economically on the back side, see? "Whose brain waves you suppose they are? Chaplain Wagstaff Bopp's?" "I don't think so. You can see these with the naked eye." The porky nun took a huffing breath and seemed about to continue badmouthing her chaplain; but at that moment the diminutive cleric in question began his stately march between the chow tables up to the front of the refectory. As he passed close by their table, Simone Stylite obligingly changed the subject. In a loud, bright, informative tone of |