Mr. Ramsey said, "Mr. Tagomi, this is Mr. Yatabe." He retired1 to a corner of the office, and the slender elderly gentleman came forward.
Holding out his hand, Mr. Tagomi said, "I am glad to meet you in person, sir." The light, fragile old hand slipped into his own; he shook without pressing and released at once. Nothing broken I hope, he thought. He examined the old gentleman's features, finding himself pleased. Such a stern, coherent spirit there. No fogging of wits. Certainly lucid2 transmission of all the stable ancient traditions. Best quality which the old could represent. . . and then he discovered that he was facing General Tedeki, the former Imperial Chief of Staff.
Mr. Tagomi bowed low.
"General," he said.
"Where is the third party?" General Tedeki said.
"On the double, he nears," Mr. Tagomi said. "Informed by self at hotel room." His mind utterly3 rattled4, he retreated several steps in the bowing position, scarcely able to regain5 an erect6 posture7.
The general seated himself. Mr. Ramsey, no doubt still ignorant of the old man's identity, assisted with the chair but showed no particular deference10. Mr. Tagomi hesitantly took a chair facing.
"We loiter," the general said. "Regrettably but unavoidably."
"True," Mr. Tagomi said.
Ten minutes passed. Neither man spoke11.
"Excuse me, sir," Mr. Ramsey said at last, fidgeting. "I will depart unless needed."
Mr. Tagomi nodded, and Mr. Ramsey departed.
"Tea, General?" Mr. Tagomi said.
"No, sir.""
"Sir," Mr. Tagomi said, "I admit to fear. I sense in this encounter something terrible."
The general inclined his head.
"Mr. Baynes, whom I have met," Mr. Tagomisaid, "and entertained in my home, declares himself a Swede. Yet perusal12 persuades one that he is in fact a highly placed German of some sort. I say this because --"
"Please continue."
"Thank you. General, his agitation13 regarding this meeting causes me to infer a connection with the political upheavals15 in the Reich." Mr. Tagomi did not mention another fact: his awareness16 of the general's failure to appear at the time anticipated.
The general said, "Sir, now you are fishing. Not informing." His gray eyes twinkled in fatherly manner. No malice17, there.
Mr. Tagomi accepted the rebuke18. "Sir, is my presence in this meeting merely a formality to baffle the Nazi20 snoops?"
"Naturally," the general said, "we are interested in maintaining a certain fiction. Mr. Baynes is representative for Tor-Am industries of Stockholm, purely21 businessman. And I am Shinjiro Yatabe."
Mr. Tagomi thought, And I am Tagomi. That part is so.
"No doubt the Nazis22 have scrutinized23 Mr. Baynes' comings and goings," the general said. He rested his hands on his knees, sitting bolt upright. . . as if, Mr. Tagomi thought, he were sniffing24 far-off beef tea odor. "But to demolish25 the fiction they must resort to legalities. That is the genuine purpose; not to deceive, but to require the formalities in case of exposure. You see for instance that to apprehend26 Mr. Baynes they must do more than merely shoot him down. . . which they could do, were he to travel as -- well, travel without this verbal umbrella."
"I see," Mr. Tagomi said. Sounds like a game, he decided27. But they know the Nazi mentality28. So I suppose it is of use.
The desk intercom buzzed. Mr. Ramsey's voice. "Sir, Mr. Baynes is here. Shall I send him on in?"
"Yes!" Mr. Tagomi cried.
The door opened and Mr. Baynes, sleekly29 dressed, his clothes all quite pressed and masterfully tailored, his features composed, appeared.
General Tedeki rose to face him. Mr. Tagomi also rose. All three men bowed.
"Sir," Mr. Baynes said to the general, "I am Captain R. Wegener of the Reichs Naval30 Counter-Intelligence. As understood, I represent no one but myself and certain private unnamed individuals, no departments or bureaus of the Reich Government of any sort."
The general said, "Herr Wegener, I understand that you in no way officially allege31 representation of any branch of the Reich Government. I am here as an unofficial private party who by virtue32 of former position with the Imperial Army can be said to have access to circles in Tokyo who desire to hear whatever you have to say."
Weird33 discourse34, Mr. Tagomi thought. But not unpleasant. Certain near-musical quality to it. Refreshing35 relief, in fact.
They sat down.
"Without preamble," Mr. Baynes said, "I would like to inform you and those you have access to that there is in advance stage in the Reich a program called Lowenzahn. Dandelion."
"Yes," the general said, nodding as if he had heard this before; but, Mr. Tagomi thought, he seemed quite eager for Mr. Baynes to go on.
"Dandelion," Mr. Baynes said, "consists of an incident on the border between the Rocky Mountain States and the United States."
The general nodded, smiling slightly.
"U.S. troops will be attacked and will retaliate36 by crossing the border and engaging the regular RMS troops stationed nearby. The U.S. troops have detailed37 maps showing Midwest army installations. This is step one. Step two consists of a declaration by Germany regarding the conflict. A volunteer detachment of Wehrmacht paratroopers will be sent to aid the U.S. However, this is further camouflage38."
"Yes," the general said, listening.
"The basic purpose of Operation Dandelion," Mr. Baynes said, "is an enormous nuclear attack on the Home Islands, without advance warning of any kind." He was silent then.
"With purpose of wiping out Royal Family, Home Defense39 Army, most of Imperial Navy, civil population, industries, resources," General Tedeki said. "Leaving overseas possessions for absorption by the Reich."
Mr. Baynes said nothing.
The general said, "What else?"
Mr. Baynes seemed at a loss.
"The date, sir," the general said.
"All changed," Mr. Baynes said. "Due to the death of M. Bormann. At least, I presume. I am not in contact with the Abwehr now."
Presently the general said, "Go on, Herr Wegener."
"What we recommend is that the Japanese Government enter into the Reich's domestic situation. Or at least, that was what I came here to recommend. Certain groups in the Reich favor Operation Dandelion; certain others do not. It was hoped that those opposing it could come to power upon the death of Chancellor40 Bormann."
"But while you were here," the general said, "Herr Bormann died and the political situation took its own solution. Doctor Goebbels is now Reichs Chancellor. The upheaval14 is over." He paused. "How does that faction41 view Operation Dandelion?"
Mr. Baynes said, "Doctor Goebbels is an advocate of Dandelion."
Unnoticed by them, Mr. Tagomi closed his eyes.
"Who stands opposed?" General Tedeki asked.
Mr. Baynes' voice came to Mr. Tagomi. "SS General Heydrich."
"I am taken by surprise," General Tedeki said. "I am dubious42. Is this legitimate43 information or only a viewpoint which you and your colleagues hold?"
Mr. Baynes said, "Administration of the East -- that is, the area now held by Japan -- would be by the Foreign Office. Rosenberg's people, working directly with the Chancery. This was a bitterly disputed issue in many sessions between the principals last year. I have photostats of notes made. The police demanded authority but were turned down. They are to manage the space colonization44, Mars, Luna, Venus. That's to be their domain45. Once this division of authority was settled, the police put all their weight behind the space program and against Dandelion."
"Rivalry," General Tedeki said. "One group played against another. By the Leader. So he is never challenged."
"True," Mr. Baynes said. "That is why I was sent here, to plead for your intervention46. It would still be possible to intervene; the situation is still fluid. It will be months before Doctor Goebbels can consolidate47 his position. He will have to break the police, possibly have Heydrich and other top SS and SD leaders executed. Once that is done --"
"We are to give support to the Sicherheitsdienst?" General Tedeki interrupted. "The most malignant48 portion of German society?"
Mr. Baynes said, "That is right."
"The Emperor," General Tedeki said, "would never tolerate that policy. He regards the Reichs elite49 corps50, wherever the black uniform is worn, the death's head, the Castle System -- all, to him, is evil."
Evil, Mr. Tagomi thought. Yes, it is. Are we to assist it in gaining power, in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox51 of our earthly situation?
I cannot face this dilemma52, Mr. Tagomi said to himself. That man should have to act in such moral ambiguity53. There is no Way in this; all is muddled54. All chaos55 of light and dark, shadow and substance.
"The Wehrmacht," Mr. Baynes said, "the military, is sole possessor in the Reich of the hydrogen bomb. Where the blackshirts have used it, they have done so only under Army supervision56. The Chancery under Bormann never allowed any nuclear armament to go to the police. In Operation Dandelion, all will be carried out by OKW. The Army High Command."
"I am aware of that," General Tedeki said.
"The moral practices of the black shirts exceed in ferocity that of the Wehrmacht. But their power is less. We should reflect solely57 on reality, on actual power. Not on ethical58 intentions."
"Yes, we must be realists," Mr. Tagomi said aloud.
Both Mr. Baynes and General Tedeki glanced at him.
To Mr. Baynes the general said, "What specifically do you suggest? That we establish contact with the SD here in the Pacific States? Directly negotiate with -- I do not know who is SD chief here. Some repellent character, I imagine."
"The local SD knows nothing," Mr. Baynes said. "Their chief here, Bruno Kruez vom Meere, is an old-time Partei hack59. Em Altparteigenosse. An imbecile. No one in Berlin would think of telling him anything; he merely carries out routine assignments."
"What, then?" The general sounded angry. "The consul60, here, or the Reichs Ambassador in Tokyo?"
This talk will fail, Mr. Tagomi thought. No matter what is at stake. We cannot enter the monstrous61 schizophrenic morass62 of Nazi internecine63 intrigue64; our minds cannot adapt.
"It must be handled delicately," Mr. Baynes said. "Through a series of intermediaries. Someone close to Heydrich who is stationed outside of the Reich, in a neutral country. Or someone who travels back and forth65 between Tokyo and Berlin."
"Do you have someone in mind?"
"The Italian Foreign Minister, Count Ciano. An intelligent, reliable, very brave man, completely devoted66 to international understanding. However -- his contact with the SD apparatus68 is nonexistent. But he might work through someone else in Germany, economic interests such as the Krupps or through General Speidel or possibly even through Waffen-SS personages. The Waffen-SS is less fanatic69, more in the mainstream70 of German society."
"Your establishment, the Abwehr -- it would be futile71 to attempt to reach Heydrich through you."
"The blackshirts utterly revile72 us. They've been trying for twenty years to get Partei approval for liquidating73 us in toto."
"Aren't you in excessive personal danger from them?" General Tedeki said. "They are active here on the Pacific Coast, I understand."
"Active but inept," Mr. Baynes said. "The Foreign Office man, Reiss, is skillful, but opposed to the SD." He shrugged74.
General Tedeki said, "I would like your photostats. To turn over to my government. Any material you have pertaining75 to these discussions in Germany. And --" He pondered. "Proof. Of objective nature."
"Certainly," Mr. Baynes said. He reached into his coat and took out a flat silver cigarette case. "You will find each cigarette to be a hollow container for microfilm." He passed the case to General Tedeki.
"What about the case itself?" the general said; examining it. "It seems too valuable an object to give away." He started to remove the cigarettes from it.
Smiling, Mr. Baynes said, "The case, too."
"Thank you." Also smiling, the general put the case away in his topcoat pocket.
The desk intercom buzzed. Mr. Tagomi pressed the button.
Mr. Ramsey's voice came: "Sir, there is a group of SD men in the downstairs lobby; they are attempting to take over the building. The Times guards are scuffling with them." In the distance, noise of a siren; outside the building from the street below Mr. Tagomi's window. "Army MPs are on the way, plus San Francisco Kempeitai."
"Thank you, Mr. Ramsey," Mr. Tagomi said. "You have done an honorable thing, to report placidly77." Mr. Baynes and General Tedeki were listening, both rigid78. "Sirs," Mr. Tagomi said to them, "we will no doubt kill the SD thugs before they reach this floor." To Mr. Ramsey he said, "Turn off the power to the elevators."
"Yes, Mr. Tagomi." Mr. Ramsey broke the connection.
Mr. Tagomi said, "We will wait." He opened his desk drawer and lifted out a teakwood box; unlocking it, he brought forth a perfectly79 preserved U.S. 1860 Civil War Colt .44, a treasured collector's item. Taking out a box of loose powder, ball and cap ammunition80, he began loading the revolver. Mr. Baynes and General Tedeki watched wide-eyed.
"Part of personal collection," Mr. Tagomi said. "Much fooled around in vainglorious81 swift-draw practicing and firing, in spare hours. Admit to compare favorably with other enthusiasts82 in contest-timing. But mature use heretofore delayed." Holding the gun in correct fashion he pointed83 it at the office door. And sat waiting.
At the bench in their basement workshop, Frank Frink sat at the arbor84. He held a half-finished silver earring85 against the noisily turning cotton buff; bits of rouge86 spattered his glasses and blackened his nails and hands. The earring, shaped in a snail-shell spiral, became hot from friction87, but Frink grimly bore down even more.
"Don't get it too shiny," Ed McCarthy said. "Just hit the high spots; you can even leave the lows completely."
Frank Frink grunted88.
"There's a better market for silver if it's not polished up too much," Ed said. "Silverwork should have that old look."
Market, Frink thought.
They had sold nothing. Except for the consignment89 at American Artistic90 Handcrafts, no one had taken anything, and they had visited five retail91 shops in all.
We're not making any money, Frink said to himself. We're making more and more jewelry92 and it's just piling up around us.
The screw-back of the earring caught in the wheel; the piece whipped out of Frink's hands and flew to the polish shield, then fell to the floor. He shut off the motor.
"Don't let those pieces go," McCarthy said, at the welding torch.
"Christ, it's the size of a pea. No way to get a grip."
"Well, pick it up anyhow."
The hell with the whole thing, Frink thought.
"What's the matter?" McCarthy said, seeing him make no move to fish up the earring.
Frink said, "We're pouring money in for nothing."
"We can't sell what we haven't made."
"We can't sell anything," Frink said. "Made or unmade."
"Five stores. Drop in the bucket."
"But the trend," Frink said. "It's enough to know."
"Don't kid yourself."
Frink said, "I'm not kidding myself."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning it's time to start looking for a market for scrap93."
"All right," McCarthy said, "quit, then."
"I have."
"I'll go on by myself." McCarthy lit the torch again.
"How are we going to split the stuff?"
"I don't know. But we'll find a way."
"Buy me out," Frink said.
"Hell no."
Frink computed94. "Pay me six hundred dollars."
"No, you take half of everything."
"Half the motor?"
They were both silent then.
"Three more stores," McCarthy said. "Then we'll talk about it." Lowering his mask he began brazing a section of brass95 rod into a cuff76 bracelet96.
Frank Frink stepped down from the bench. He located the snail-shell earring and replaced it in the carton of incomplete pieces. "I'm going outside for a smoke," he said, and walked across the basement to the stairs.
A moment later he stood outdoors on the sidewalk, a T'ien-lai between his fingers.
It's all over, he said to himself. I don't need the oracle97 to tell me; I recognize what the Moment is. The smell is there. Defeat.
And it is hard really to say why. Maybe, theoretically, we could go on. Store to store, other cities. But -- something is wrong. And all the effort and ingenuity98 won't change it.
I want to know why, he thought.
But I never will.
What should we have done? Made what instead?
We bucked99 the moment. Bucked the Tao. Upstream, in the wrong direction. And now -- dissolution. Decay.
Yin has us. The light showed us its ass9, went elsewhere.
We can only knuckle100 under.
While he stood there under the eaves of the building, taking quick drags on his marijuana cigarette and dully watching traffic go by, an ordinary-looking, middle-aged101 white man sauntered up to him.
"Mr. Frink? Frank Frink?"
"You got it," Frink said.
The man produced a folded document and identification. "I'm with the San Francisco Police Department. I've a warrant for your arrest." He held Frink's arm already; it had already been done.
"What for?" Frink demanded.
"Bunco. Mr. Childan, American Artistic Handcrafts." The cop forcibly led Frink along the sidewalk; another plainclothes cop joined them, one now on each side of Frink. They hustled102 him toward a parked unmarked Toyopet.
This is what the time requires of us, Frink thought as he was dumped onto the car seat between the two cops. The door slammed shut; the car, driven by a third cop, this one in uniform, shot out into traffic. These are the sons-of-bitches we must submit to.
"You got an attorney?" one of the cops asked him.
"No," he said.
"They'll give you a list of names at the station."
"Thanks," Frink said.
"What'd you do with the money?" one of the cops asked later on, as they were parking in the Kearny Street Police station garage.
Frink said, "Spent it."
"All?"
He did not answer.
One of the cops shook his head and laughed.
As they got out of the car, one of them said to Frink, "Is your real name Fink?"
Frink felt terror.
"Fink," the cop repeated. "You're a kike." He exhibited a large gray folder103. "Refugee from Europe."
"I was born in New York," Frank Frink said.
"You're an escapee from the Nazis," the cop said. "You know what that means?"
Frank Frink broke away and ran across the garage. The three cops shouted, and at the doorway104 he found himself facing a police car with uniformed armed police blocking his path. The police smiled at him, and one of them, holding a gun, stepped out and smacked105 a handcuff into place over his wrist.
Jerking him by the wrist -- the thin metal cut into his flesh, to the bone -- the cop led him back the way he had come.
"Back to Germany," one of the cops said, surveying him.
"I'm an American," Frank Frink said.
"You're a Jew," the cop said.
As he was taken upstairs, one of the cops said, "Will he be booked here?"
"No," another said. "We'll hold him for the German consul. They want to try him under German law."
There was no list of attorneys, after all.
For twenty minutes Mr. Tagomi had remained motionless at his desk, holding the revolver pointed at the door, while Mr. Baynes paced about the office. The old general had, after some thought, lifted the phone and put through a call to the Japanese embassy in San Francisco. However, he had not been able to get through to Baron106 Kaelemakule; the ambassador, a bureaucrat107 had told him, was out of the city.
Now General Tedeki was in the process of placing a transpacific call to Tokyo.
"I will consult with the War College," he explained to Mr. Baynes. "They will contact Imperial military forces stationed nearby us." He did not seem perturbed108.
So we will be relieved in a number of hours, Mr. Tagomi said to himself. Possibly by Japanese Marines from a carrier, armed with machines guns and mortars109.
Operating through official channels is highly efficient in terms of final result. . . but there is regrettable time lag. Down below us, blackshirt hooligans are busy clubbing secretaries and clerks.
However, there was little more that he personally could do.
"I wonder if it would be worth trying to reach the German consul," Mr. Baynes said.
Mr. Tagomi had a vision of himself summoning Miss Ephreikian in with her tape recorder, to take dictation of urgent protest to Herr H. Reiss.
"I can call Herr Reiss," Mr. Tagomi said. "On another line."
"Please," Mr. Baynes said.
Still holding his Colt .44 collector's item, Mr. Tagomi pressed a button on his desk. Out came a non-listed phone line, especially installed for esoteric communication.
He dialed the number of the German consulate110.
"Good day, Who is calling?" Accented brisk male functionary111 voice. Undoubtedly112 underling.
Mr. Tagomi said, "His Excellency Herr Reiss, please. Urgent. This is Mr. Tagomi, here. Ranking Imperial Trade Mission, Top Place." He used his hard, no-nonsense voice.
"Yes sir. A moment, if you will." A long moment, then. No sound at all on the phone, not even clicks. He is merely standing67 there with it, Mr. Tagomi decided. Stalling through typical Nordic wile113.
To General Tedeki, waiting on the other phone, and Mr. Baynes, pacing, he said, "I am naturally being put off."
At last the functionary"s voice once again. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Tagomi."
"Not at all."
"The consul is in conference. However --"
Mr. Tagomi hung up.
"Waste of effort, to say the least," he said, feeling discomfited114. Whom else to call? Tokkoka already informed, also MP units down on waterfront; no use to phone them. Direct call to Berlin? To Reichs Chancellor Goebbels? To Imperial Military airfield115 at Napa, asking for air-rescue assistance?
"I will call SD chief Herr B. Kruez vom Meere," he decided aloud. "And bitterly complain. Rant8 and scream invective116." He began to dial the number formally -- euphemistically -- listed in the San Francisco phone book as the "Lufthansa Airport Terminal Precious-Shipment Guard Detail." As the phone buzzed he said, "Vituperate in highpitched hysteria."
"Put on a good performance," General Tedeki said, smiling.
In Mr. Tagomi's ear a Germanic voice said, "Who is it?" More no-nonsense-than-myself voice, Mr. Tagomi thought. But he intended to go on. "Hurry up," the voice demanded.
Mr. Tagomi shouted, "I am ordering the arrest and trial of your band of cutthroats and degenerates117 who run amok like blond berserk beasts, unfit even to describe! Do you know me, Kerl? This is Tagomi, Imperial Government Consultant118. Five seconds or waive119 legality and have Marines' shock troop unit begin massacre120 with flame-throwing phosphorus bombs. Disgrace to civilization."
On the other end the SD flunky was sputtering121 anxiously.
Mr. Tagomi winked122 at Mr. Baynes.
". . . we know nothing about it," the flunky was saying.
"Liar!" Mr. Tagomi shouted. "Then we have no choice." He slammed the receiver down. "It is no doubt mere19 gesture," he said to Mr. Baynes and General Tedeki.
"But it can do no harm, anyhow. Always faint possibility certain nervous element even in SD."
General Tedeki started to speak. But then a tremendous clatter123 at the office door; he ceased. The door swung open.
Two burly white men appeared, both armed with pistols equipped with silencers. They made out Mr. Baynes.
"Da ist er," one said. They started for Mr. Baynes.
At his desk, Mr. Tagomi pointed his Colt .44 ancient collector's item and compressed the trigger. One of the SD men fell to the floor. The other whipped his silencer-equipped gun toward Mr. Tagomi and returned fire. Mr. Tagomi heard no report, saw only a tiny wisp of smoke from the gun, heard the whistle of a slug passing near. With record-eclipsing speed he fanned the hammer of the single-action Colt, firing it again and again.
The SD man's jaw124 burst. Bits of bone, flesh, shreds125 of tooth, flew in the air. Hit in the mouth, Mr. Tagomi realized. Dreadful spot, especially if ball ascending126. The jawless127 SD man's eyes still contained life, of a kind. He still perceives me, Mr. Tagomi thought. Then the eyes lost their luster128 and the SD man collapsed129, dropping his gun and making un-human gargling noises.
"Sickening," Mr. Tagomi said.
No more SD men appeared in the open doorway.
"Possibly it is over," General Tedeki said after a pause. Mr. Tagomi, engaged in tedious three-minute task of reloading, paused to press the button of the desk intercom. "Bring medical emergency aid," he instructed. "Hideously130 injured thug, here."
No answer, only a hum.
Stooping, Mr. Baynes had picked up both the Germans' guns; he passed one to the general, keeping the other himself.
"Now we will mow131 them down," Mr. Tagomi said, reseating himself with his Colt .44, as before. "Formidable triumvirate, in this office."
From the hall a voice called, "German hoodlums surrender!"
"Already taken care of," Mr. Tagomi called back. "Lying either dead or dying. Advance and verify empirically."
A party of Nippon Times employees gingerly appeared, several of them carrying building riot equipment such as axes and rifles and tear-gas grenades.
"Cause célèbre," Mr. Tagomi said. "PSA Government in Sacramento could declare war on Reich without hesitation132." He broke open his gun. "Anyhow, over with."
"They will deny complicity," Mr. Baynes said. "Standard technique. Used countless133 times." He laid the silencer equipped pistol on Mr. Tagomi's desk. "Made in Japan."
He was not joking. It was true. Excellent quality Japanese target pistol. Mr. Tagomi examined it.
"And not German nationals," Mr. Baynes said. He had taken the wallet of one of the whites, the dead one. "PSA citizen. Lives in San José. Nothing to connect him with the SD. Name is Jack134 Sanders." He tossed the wallet down.
"A holdup," Mr. Tagomi said. "Motive135: our locked vault136. No political aspects." He arose shakily to his feet.
In any case, the assassination137 or kidnapping attempt by the SD had failed. At least, this first one had. But clearly they knew who Mr. Baynes was, and no doubt what he had come for.
"The prognosis," Mr. Tagomi said, "is gloomy."
He wondered if in this instance the oracle would be of any use. Perhaps it could protect them. Warn them, shield them, with its advice.
Still quite shaky, he began taking out the forty-nine yarrow stalks. Whole situation confusing and anomalous138, he decided. No human intelligence could decipher it; only five-thousand-year-old joint139 mind applicable. German totalitarian society resembles some faulty form of life, worse than natural thing. Worse in all its admixtures, its potpourri140 of pointlessness.
Here, he thought, local SD acts as instrument of policy totally at odds141 with head in Berlin. Where in this composite being is the sense? Who really is Germany? Who ever was? Almost like decomposing142 nightmare parody143 of problems customarily faced in course of existence.
The oracle will cut through it. Even weird breed of cat like Nazi Germany comprehensible to I Ching.
Mr. Baynes, seeing Mr. Tagomi distractedly manipulating the handful of vegetable stalks, recognized how deep the man's distress144 was. For him, Mr. Baynes thought, this event, his having had to kill and mutilate these two men, is not only dreadful; it is inexplicable145.
What can I say that might console him? He fired on my behalf; the moral responsibility for these two lives is therefore mine, and I accept it. I view it that way.
Coming over beside Mr. Baynes, General Tedeki said in a soft voice, "You witness the man's despair. He, you see, was no doubt raised as a Buddhist146. Even if not formally, the influence was there. A culture in which no life is to be taken; all lives holy."
Mr. Baynes nodded.
"He will recover his equilibrium," General Tedeki continued. "In time. Right now he has no standpoint by which he can view and comprehend his act. That book will help him, for it provides an external frame of reference."
"I see," Mr. Baynes said. He thought, Another frame of reference which might help him would be the Doctrine147 of Original Sin. I wonder if he has ever heard of it. We are all doomed148 to commit acts of cruelty or violence or evil; that is our destiny, due to ancient factors. Our karma.
To save one life, Mr. Tagomi had to take two. The logical, balanced mind cannot make sense of that. A kindly149 man like Mr. Tagomi could be driven insane by the implications of such reality.
Nevertheless, Mr. Baynes thought, the crucial point lies not in the present, not in either my death or the death of the two SD men; it lies -- hypothetically -- in the future. What has happened here is justified150, or not justified, by what happens later. Can we perhaps save the lives of millions, all Japan in fact?
But the man manipulating the vegetable stalks could not think of that; the present, the actuality, was too tangible151, the dead and dying Germans on the floor of his office.
General Tedeki was right; time would give Mr. Tagomi perspective. Either that, or he would perhaps retreat into the shadows of mental illness, avert152 his gaze forever, due to a hopeless perplexity.
And we are not really different from him, Mr. Baynes thought. We are faced with the same confusions. Therefore unfortunately we can give Mr. Tagomi no help. We can only wait, hoping that finally he will recover and not succumb153.
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