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First published January 1, 1965
Prof.: Ah. I thought so. Strange that I should find myself here. I was drawn perhaps by some sympathy of spirit. Do you happen to follow the path yourself?
Samson: What path? I mean 鈥� no 鈥� aren鈥檛 you in a hurry? Good-bye.
Prof.: Yes you seem a knowing man, cutting yourself from common touch with earth. But that is a path away from all true communion 鈥� the Word is not to be found in denial.
Prof.: 鈥� How does he intend to live since he won鈥檛 drive?
Samson: We have savings.
Prof. [his eyes light up.]: You have savings?
Samson: Nothing much Professor, only 鈥�
Prof.: I must know the truth.
[Samson squirming, eventually gives in. Turns his back on Professor, and from the deep recesses of his baggy trousers, brings out a pouch. Hurriedly he extracts a note from it and hides it, places the rest on the table.]
Any paper? Paper Paper. Where is the government I.O.U., the thing which promises to pay on demand.
Samson: Where would I get such a thing sir?
Prof. [open the bag at the mouth and peers into the contents.]: What you ought to form is a syndicate.
Samson: I don鈥檛 quite understand.
Prof.: You never do.
Prof.: How is the criminal world my friend?
Partic. Joe: More lucrative every day Professor.
Prof.: Not for the criminal I trust.
Partic. Joe: Oh no sir. That would only corrupt them.
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Partic. Joe: I haven鈥檛 seen your hand on the roads lately Professor.
Prof.: I am slowing down. I have to cut down on distractions. I need all my strength for uncovering the Word. Forgery saps my powers.
Partic. Joe: Do let us know when you retire. It will be a great load off our minds. We spend more time separating your own handiwork than we do in detecting the general forgery. We would be so sorry to make a mistake.
鈥� Be the road. Coil yourself in dreams, lay flat in treachery and deceit and at the moment of a trusting step, rear your head and strike the traveler in his confidence, swallow him whole or break him on the earth. Spread a broad sheet for death with the length and the time of the sun between you until the one face multiplies and the one shadow is cast by all the doomed. Breathe like the road, be even like the road itself鈥�