Gambler 8

"I don't love him anymore." "Love fades. You're going to Switzerland." Day after day after day of oblivion. There is no relief. No relief. Pictures in the Dark. The Queen of Tarot. Rules of Clairvoyance. Nuclear energy to alternative fuel. Must work and work and work. Timelessness. In time. She loves Switzerland. I give her a few French movies and a French dictionary. "Don't you find me attractive?" No, he didn't. He didn't find anyone attractive. "You don't look right as a woman." He was exhausted. He watched the "Double Life of Veronique." He was tired. He was tired and again tired, retired. He drank and drank and drank again. He drank himself blue. "You must stop drinking. You're killing yourself." She washed him and put a blanket over him. He was shivering like crazy underneathe the blanket. He was planning. Numbers. Any sequence of numbers. Sound of Music. Maria. How to find out is someone was the lover. Symmetry. Balance. The foot is a phallus. Switzerland. One mustn't be rude. Maybe better to speak German. His followers. One million to each. Mailed. Nirvana Enterprises. IPO. The Dream. Alternative Fuel. "Je suis tres fatiguee." Where was he? What family values were there in America. He saw none. Men and women were heavily differentiated. Almost no common bonds. So proud of their sports. Nothing more to be proud of. Meaningless conversations in the dark. Flows time through time. Endless the flow and ebb. Yet, no return. coincidence of opposites. you are your own worst enemy. your alterego was your worst enemy. "It is time," he heard himself say. Over time, his hair had grown back. He bought some clothes for her and they headed off to the bank. "How do you do?" "How do you do?" "You are the owner of Box #432?" "Yes." "May I have some identification papers?" He produced the papers. "And who is the attractive woman next to you?" "This is my adopted daughter." "You're a lucky man." "What is your current occupation?" "I am a screenwriter. I'm writing the script to the Sound of Music Part 2?" "Really, and who will play the part of the oldest daughter?" "My adopted daughter." "Splendid." "And what is your code?" "Indices432Freemason23." "Thank you." "Thank you." He walked out with the box rather casually. He had just stolen $1,000,000,000 from the Freemasons.