Big Inca

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: November 20 

I drove all the way through the Catskills to check it out. The place was dying.

As the only stranger in town, I kept the only profile I could. I tried to look dead lost. I think it worked.

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Big Inca

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: November 16 

Already, I’m getting tired of the damn snow.

The shower stall’s flaking like eggshells.

There’s a tiny nail hole and a raised line in the paint on the bathroom door in the outside hallway. Did it used to say Men or Women?

And this underarm deodorant smells like sperm.

No wonder it was on sale!

I’m listening to Satie as an encore, a piece called “I Am a Four-Sided Egg.”

I feel like I’m trying to drive with the parking brake on.

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Big Inca

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: November 15 

I’m still trying to figure out just what happened at Halloween. I don’t have enough details to add up to anything, much less file a report. Besides, we were all so focused on reopening Mill No. 1 and getting the next steps in place.

Saw Hilda again last night. She wore her blue jeans and peacoat. We passed a procession of slick-haired, tuxedoed frat rats and smiling sorority babes who were trying to keep the six-inch snowfall from filling their low-heeled party shoes. So much for practicality.

Hilda’s just a friend. Alas. Unless she’s also a vampire. Or whatever.

She’s afraid of where Zoom-Zoom’s going. “I guess I’m really just middle-class, but I don’t want to live with him in Boston. His best friend is so fogged up, so weird; I really hate him and his wife. I can’t live with Zoom-Zoom if he’s living with them. Besides, I don’t like being around people who are stoned all the time. It’s the last thing I need. They’re bad for Zoom-Zoom.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been worried about where Wendy’s going.”

Middle-class doesn’t sound like Inca, does it? Not from any of your descriptions.

I thought for a moment, then added: “Maybe our generation just expects too much out of life. Nobody wants to hold the same job the rest of his life. But then, most companies won’t offer that stability, either.”

“I’d probably be really sad if I got accepted to go to Malta.”

“What!”

“Yeah, I’d probably be really sad. I want to go someplace, maybe to get away from Zoom-Zoom. But that’s bad.”

“Yeah, on one hand you want to run away from yourself, which never works. On the other hand, your setting does make one hell of a difference in how you feel. If I were still in Daffodil, I would have flipped out – too many bad vibes, bad memories. Oh, well, there aren’t as many here, yet.”

“Something’s wrong about Taj Mahal University,” she said. “yrUBbury’s not a college town.”

“Yeah, and the school’s being altogether new could allow it to be free and experimental, a truly exciting place to study, but it’s not.”

“It doesn’t have the traditions to fall back on to give it meaning. It’s neither old nor new.”

“Yeah, and all the kids are alike. Zoom-Zoom noticed that. He said they all have long hair and dress alike and talk alike. They’re all upper-middle-class kids from the metropolis and its suburbs. I’m really disliking kids from that city. That sounds funny, since I’m from there too, but I mean it. Taj Mahal’s got good teachers. It’s the kids who don’t care.”

“Yeah, I know. They just aren’t alive. They’re all fogged up, especially the girls – I’m not including our circle of friends as Taj Mahal students.”

“Of course. They just happen to live down the street!” she said with a giggle.

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Big Inca

To: The Boss

From: Bill

Date: November 13 

This is getting serious. I love the way Astrid walks without elegance. It really turns me on.

yrUBbury’s Judge Michoc (I’d always thought it was McHawk, but I just learned he anglicized it) enjoys handing out punishments: whipping, torture, stonings, and the death penalty; there are few fines and no jails. Ostracism and shaming are very effective in this area.

Boss, I suspect that this finding is going to raise a few eyebrows.

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Big Inca

To: Bill

From: The Boss

Date: November 12

Smart move, with the trays. But watch Hilda. She, too, seems to be turning into an Aklya. Among the Inca, game, lumber, and feathers are a crown monopoly – no local community may own them. Mercedes, from the photos you’ve sent, seems to have tons of feathers.

At adolescence, youths serve their local communities. Girls walk without elegance, barefoot, and their clothing is short. Smaller girls watch the infants, freeing the mother to work.

Because nobody is denied access to capital goods and land, no one is poor.

It’s a weird kind of socialism.

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