Человек в высоком замке

           Tothat—whateverhisnamewas.Lotze.GotbacktotheJapanesehere,somehow.Someconnection.

           IwishIhadn’tsaidthattoLotze,hethought.Iregret.Butit’stoolate.

           Iamnottherightperson.Notatall.Notforthis.

           Butthenhethought.ASwedewouldsaythattoLotze.Itisallright.Nothinghasgonewrong;Iambeingoverlyscrupulous.Carryingthehabitsoftheprevioussituationintothis.ActuallyIcandoagooddealofopentalking.ThatisthefactIhavetoadaptto.

           Andyet,hisconditioningwasabsolutelyagainstit.Thebloodinhisveins.Hisbones,hisorgans,rebelled.Openyourmouth,hesaidtohimself.Something.Anything.Anopinion.Youmust,ifyouaretosucceed.

           Hesaid,"Perhapstheyaredrivenbysomedesperatesubconsciousarchetype,intheJungiansense."

           Mr.Tagominodded."IhavereadJung.Iunderstand."

           Theyshookhands."I’lltelephoneyoutomorrowmorning,"Mr.Baynessaid."Goodnight,sir."Hebowed,andsodidMr.Tagomi.

           TheyoungsmilingJapanese,steppingforward,saidsomethingtoMr.Bayneswhichhecouldnotunderstand.

           "Eh?"Baynessaid,ashegathereduphisovercoatandsteppedoutontotheporch.

           Mr.Tagomisaid,"HeisaddressingyouinSwedish,sir.HehastakenacourseatTokyoUniversityontheThirtyYears’War,andisfascinatedbyyourgreathero,GustavusAdolphus."Mr.Tagomismiledsympathetically."However,itisplainthathisattemptstomastersoalienalinguistichavebeenhopeless