Человек в высоком замке

           "Whatisthatenormousstructurebelow?"Lotzeasked."Itishalf-finished,openatoneside.Aspaceport?TheNipponesehavenospacecraft,Ithought."

           Withasmile,Baynessaid,"That’sGoldenPoppyStadium.Thebaseballpark."

           Lotzelaughed."Yes,theylovebaseball.Incredible.Theyhavebegunworkonthatgreatstructureforapastime,anidletime-wastingsport—"

           Interrupting,Baynessaid,"Itisfinished.That’sitspermanentshape.Openononeside.Anewarchitecturaldesign.Theyareveryproudofit."

           "Itlooks,"Lotzesaid,gazingdown,"asifitwasdesignedbyaJew."

           Baynesregardedthemanforatime.Hefelt,stronglyforamoment,theunbalancedquality,thepsychoticstreak,intheGermanmind.DidLotzeactuallymeanwhathesaid?Wasitatrulyspontaneousremark?

           "IhopewewillseeoneanotherlateroninSanFrancisco,"Lotzesaidastherockettouchedtheground."Iwillbeatlooseendswithoutacountrymantotalkto."

           "I’mnotacountrymanofyours,"Baynessaid.

           "Oh,yes;that’sso.Butracially,you’requiteclose.Forallintentsandpurposesthesame."Lotzebegantostiraroundinhisseat,gettingreadytounfastentheelaboratebelts.

           AmIraciallykintothisman?Bayneswondered.Socloselysothatforallintentsandpurposesitisthesame?Thenitisinme,too,thepsychoticstreak.Apsychoticworldwelivein.Themadmenareinpower.Howlonghaveweknownthis?Facedthis?And—howmanyofusdoknowit?NotLotze.