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Show 121 he didn't like to call it Sudden Death, he liked to call it Sudden Victory, though I guess it just depended on who you were for because death sure came pretty suddenly for the Giants; one pass, then bingo, Allan Ameche jumped over the line and into the end zone and all the Colts fans ran onto the field and tore down the goal posts and carried all those lousy Colts off the field on their shoulders. The whole business made me pretty sick. But Red patted me on the back and chuckled to himself for being right again for the most ridiculous reason possible. "Yup, wearing yellow," said Red. I felt I had no choice but to visit the Dialecticians. I picked up some minimum library skills during the Year of Two Hundred Books so managed to £ixg find a book that taught me how to use my new camera which I kept over at Willie's, and now when I went over there I took pictures of all the Dialecticians; Dialecticians snorting morphine, Dialecticians smoking pot, Dialecticians debating with the gods, Dialecticians xxa shooting horse, Dialecticians thoughtfully meditating on xxxxxaxxaxxxaxxxxxx their veins, their arteries, on the edges of knives and the barrels of guns. Us Dialecticians were learning by leaps and kxaxdtxx bounds and I was putting it all down on my black and white film inside my HiK&M Nikon camera. Willie had moved on ki in his meditations to contracting diseases, moving through several colds, flus, and infections, and just finishing up with a bout of Hepatitis, though just as he suspected, disease wasn't bringing himAnear where he wanted to get in his experiments. "They haf merely made me feel ill," said Willie. He'd already lost that nice yellow tint he had around Thanksgiving. He had a copy of the Bhagavad-gita next to his tool box. I took his picture as he shot up. "This whole life-death thing is getting too fuzzy," I told him. "You should consider yourself lucky," said Willie. "For me it is all too much at the life end. Myself, I would prefer some fuzzy." Willie got me my fix, though I was starting to xaa worry a little bit about addiction. "Don't worry," said Willie, which was something he'd started to do lately, answer me before I told him what I xx wanted to say. "Fis is not yet a dangerous experiment for you, besides, I haf already planned our unilateral wifdrawal." I set the camera for him so he could vtfake a -JHCturu u^me. "Lately," said Willie, "during our most |