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           Badenoughthatfriendsdisappeared,peoplewerekilledandburiedintherealworld,butletthearcaderunalongthewayitwas,please,please...

           NowDouglasknewwhythearcadehaddrawnhimsosteadilythisweekanddrewhimstilltonight.Fortherewasaworldcompletelysetinplace,predictable,certain,sure,withitsbrightsilverslots,itsterriblegorillabehindglassforeverstabbedbywaxenherotosavestillmorewaxenheroine,andthentheflippingwaterfallingchitterofKeystoneKopsoneternalphotographicspindlessetspiralingindarknessbyIndianheadpenniesundernakedbulblight.TheKops,foreverincollisionornear-collisionwithtrain,truck,streetcar,forevergoneoffpiersinoceanswhichdidnotdrown,becausetheretheyrushedtocollideagainwithtrain,truck,streetcar,diveoffoldandbeautifullyfamiliarpier.Worldswithinworlds,thepennypeekshowswhichyoucrankedtorepeatoldritesandformulas.There,whenyouwished,theWrightBrotherssailedsandywindsatKittyhawk,TeddyRooseveltexposedhisdazzlingteeth,SanFranciscowasbuiltandburned,burnedandbuilt,aslongassweatycoinsfedself-satisfiedmachines.

           Douglaslookedaroundatthisnighttown,whereanythingatallmighthappennow,aminutefromnow.Here,bynightofday,howfewtheslotstoshoveyourmoneyin,howfewthecardsdeliveredtoyourhandforreading,and,ifread,howfewmadesense.Hereintheworldofpeopleyoumightgivetime,money,andprayerwithlittleornoreturn.