k  derives  its  euphoric effect
from direct stimulation  of the  orgasm center.  It seems
more  probable  that  junk  suspends  the whole  cycle of
tension, discharge and rest. The  orgasm has  no function
in  the  junky.  Boredom, which  always indicates  an un-
discharged  tension,  never troubles  the addict.  He can
look at his shoe for eight  hours. He  is only  roused to
action when the hourglass of junk runs out."
  At  the  far  end of  the ward  an attendant  throws up
an iron shutter and lets out a hog call. The junkies rush
up grunting and squealing.
  "Wise  guy,"  says  Benway.   "No  respect   for  human
dignity. Now I'll show  you the  mild deviant  and crimi-
nal  ward. Yes,  a criminal  is a  mild deviant  here. He
doesn't  deny  the  Freeland  contract.  He  merely seeks
to  circumvent  some  of  the clauses.  ъeprehensible but
not too serious. Down this hall...  We'll skip  wards 23,
86, 57 and 97... and the laboratory."
  "Are homosexuals classed as deviants?'
  "No.  ъemember  the  Bismarck  Archipelago.   No  overt
homosexuality.  A  functioning  police  state  needs   no  po-
lice.  Homosexuality  does  not  occur   to  anyone   as  con-
ceivable   behaviour....   Homosexuality   is    a   political
crime  in  a  matriarchy.  No  society  tolerates   overt  re-
jection  of  its basic  tenets. We  aren't a  matriarchy here,
Insh'allah.   You   know  the   experiment  with   rats  where
they  are  subject  to  this  electric  shock  and  dropped in
cold  water  if  they so  much as  move at  a female.  So they
all  become  fruit  rats  and that's  the way  it is  with the
etiology.  And  shall  such  a  rat  squeak  out,  'I'm  queah
and  I  luuuuuuuuve  it'  or  'Who  cut  yours  off,  you two-
holed  freak?'  'twere  a  square  rat  so  to  squeak. During
my  rather  brief  experience  as  a  psychoanalyst --  spot of
bother  with  the  Society  --  one patient  ran amok  in Grand
Central   with   a   flame   thrower,  two   committed  suicide
and one died  on the  couch like  a jungle  rat (  jungle rats
are  subject  to  die  if  confronted  suddenly  with  a hope-
less situation). So his relations beef and I tell  them, 'It's
all  in  the  day's  work. Get  this stiff  outa here.  It's a
bring  down  for my  live patients'  -- I  noticed that  all my
homosexual    patients    manifested     strong    unconscious
heterosex   trends   and   all   my  hetero   patients  uncon-
scious  homosexual  trends.  Makes   the  brain   reel,  don't
it?"
  "And what do you conclude from that?"
  "Conclude?   Nothing   whatever.   Just  a   passing  obser-
vation."
  We  are  eating  lunch  in  Benway's  office  when  he  gets
a call.
  "What's   that?...   Monstrous!   Fantastic!...   Carry   on
and stand by."
  He  puts  down  the   phone.  "I   am  prepared   to  accept
immediate   assignment   with   Islam   Incorporated.   It
seems  the  electronic  brain  went  berserk  playing six-
dimensional  chess  with   the  Technician   and  released
every subject in the ъ.C.  Leave us  adjourn to  the roof.
Operation Helicopter is indicated."

  From  the  roof of  the ъ.C.  we survey  a scene  of un-
paralleled  horror.  IND's  stand around  in front  of the
cafe  tables, long  streamers of  saliva hanging  off their
chins, stomachs noisily churning, others ejaculate  at the
sight  of  women.  Latahs  imitate  the   passers-by  with
monkey-like  obscenity.  Junkies  have  looted  the  drug-
stores and fix on every street corner.... Catatonics deco-
rate  the parks....  Agitated schizophrenics  rush through
the  streets  with  mangled,  inhuman  cries.  A  group of
P.ъ.'s --  Partially ъeconditioned  -- have  surrounded some
homosexual  tourists  with  horrible knowing  smiles show-
ing the Nordic skull beneath in double exposure.
  "What do you want?" snaps one of the queens.
  "We want to understand you."
  A  contingent  of  howling  simopaths  swing  from chan-
deliers,  balconies  and  trees,  shitting and  pissing on
passers-by.  (A  simopath  -- the  technical name  for this
disorder escapes me -- is a citizen convinced he is  an ape
or other simian. It is  a disorder  peculiar to  the army,
and  discharge  cures  it.) Amoks  trot along  cutting off
heads, faces sweet and  remote with  a dreamy  half smile.
...Citizens with incipient Bang-utot clutch  their penises
and call on the  tourists for  help.... Arab  rioters yipe
and  howl,   castrating,  disembowelling,   throw  burning
gasoline....  Dancing  boys  strip-tease  with intestines,
women stick severed genitals in  their cunts,  grind, bump
and Hick it at the man of their choice.... ъeligious
fanatics harangue the crowd from helicopters and rain
stone tablets on their heads, inscribed with meaningless
messages.... Leopard Men tear people to pieces with
iron claws, coughing and grunting.... Kwakiutl Canni-
bal Society initiates bite off noses and ears....
  A coprophage calls for a plate, shits on it and eats the
shit, exclaiming, "Mmmm, that's my rich substance."
  A battalion of rampant bores prowls the streets and
hotel lobbies in search of victims. An intellectual avant-
gardist -- *'Of course the only writing worth considering
now is to be found in scientific reports and periodicals"
-- has given someone a bulbocapnine injection and is
preparing to read him a bulletin on "the use of neo-
hemoglobin in the control of multiple degenerative
granuloma." ( Of course, the reports are all gibberish he
has concocted and printed up. )
  His opening words: "You look to me like a man of
intelligence." (Always ominous words, my boy ..
When you hear them stay not on the order of your
going but go at once. )
  An English colonial, assisted by five police boys, has
detained a subject in the club bar: "I say, do you know
Mozambique?" and he launches into the endless saga
of his malaria. "So the doctor said to me, 'I can only
advise you to leave the area. Otherwise I shall bury
you.' This croaker does a little undertaking on the side.
Piecing out the odds you might say, and throwing him-
self a spot of business now and then." So after the third
pink gin when he gets to know you, he shifts to dysen-
tery. "Most extraordinary discharge. More or less of a
white  yellow  color  like  rancid  jism  and  stringy  you
know."
  An  explorer  in sun  helmet has  brought down  a citizen
with blow gun  and curare  dart. He  administers artificial
respiration  with  one  foot.  (Curare kills  by paralyzing
the lungs. It has no other toxic  effect, is  not, strictly
speaking,  a  poison. If  artificial respiration  is admin-
istered  the  subject  will not  die. Curare  is eliminated
with great  rapidity by  the kidneys.)  "That was  the year
of  the  rindpest  when everything  died, even  the hyenas.
...So  there  I  was completely  out of  K.Y. in  the head-
waters  of  the  Baboonsasshole.   When  it   came  through
by  air  drop  my  gratitude  was  indescribable....  As  a
matter of  fact, and  I have  never told  this before  to a
living soul -- elusive blighters" -- his voice echoes through
a vast empty hotel lobby in 1890  style, red  plush, rubber
plants,  gilt  and  statues  --  "I was  the only  white man
ever  initiated  into  the  infamous  Agouti  Society, wit-
nessed and participated in their unspeakable rites."
  (The  Agouti  Society   has  turned   out  for   a  Chimu
Fiesta.  (The  Chimu  of  ancient  Peru  were   much  given
to  sodomy  and  occasionally  staged  bloody  battles with
clubs,  running  up  several  hundred  casualties   in  the
course of an afternoon.  ) The  youths, sneering  and goos-
ing  each other  with clubs,  troop out  to the  field. Now
the battle begins.
  Gentle  reader,  the ugliness  of that  spectacle buggers
description.  Who  can  be   a  cringing   pissing  coward,
yet vicious  as a  purple-assed mandril,  alternating these
deplorable  conditions  like  vaudeville  skits?   Who  can
shit on a fallen adversary  who, dying,  eats the  shit and
screams  with  joy?  Who  can  hang  a  weak  passive  and
catch  his  sperm  in  mouth  like  a vicious  dog? Gentle
reader,  I  fain  would spare  you this,  but my  pen hath
its  will  like  the  Ancient  Mariner.  Oh Christ  what a
scene  is  this!  Can  tongue  or  pen  accommodate  these
scandals?  A  beastly  young hooligan  has gouged  out the
eye  of  his  confrere and  fuck him  in the  brain. "This
brain atrophy already, and dry as grandmother's cunt."
  He  turns  into  ъock  and  ъoll  hoodlum. "I  screw the
old gash --  like a  crossword puzzle  what relation  to me
is the outcome  if it  outcome? My  father already  or not
yet?  I  can't  screw you,  Jack, you  is about  to become
my  father,  and  better  'twere  to  cut your  throat and
screw  my  mother  playing  it   straight  than   fuck  my
father  or  vice versa  mutatis mutandis  as the  case may
be,  and  cut  my  mother's  throat,  that  sainted  gash,
though  it  be  the  best  way  I  know  to stem  her word
horde  and  freeze  her  asset.  I mean  when a  fellow be
caught  short  in  the switches  and don't  know is  he to
over up his ass  to 'great  big daddy'  or commit  a torso
job  on  the  old  lady.  Give  me two  cunts and  a prick
of  steel  and  keep  your  dirty finger  out of  my sugar
bum  what  you  think  I   am  a   purple-assed  reception
already   fugitive   from   Gibraltar?  Male   and  female
castrated  he  them.  Who  can't  distinguish  between the
sexes?  I'll  cut  your  throat  you white  mother fucker.
Come  out  in  the open  like my  grandchild and  meet thy
unborn  mother  in  dubious  battle.  Confusion  hath fuck
his masterpiece. I have cut the janitor's throat  quite by
mistake of identity, he  being such  a horrible  fuck like
the old man. And in the coal bin all cocks are alike."
  So  leave  us return  to the  stricken field.  One youth
hath  penetrate  his  comrade,  whilst  another  youth does
amputate  the  proudest  part  of  that   cock's  quivering
beneficiary so that  the visiting  member projects  to fill
the  vacuum  nature  abhors  and  ejaculate into  the Black
Lagoon   where   impatient  piranha   snap  up   the  child
not  yet born  nor --  in view  of certain  well established
facts -- at all likely. )
  Another bore carries around a  suitcase full  of trophies
and  medals,  cups  and ribbons:  "Now this  I won  for the
Most  Ingenious  Sex  Device  Contest  in  Yokohama.  (Hold
him,  he's  desperate.)  The  Emperor  gave  it to  me him-
self and there were tears in his  eyes, and  the runners-up
all castrated theirselves with harakiri  knives. And  I won
this  ribbon  in  a  Degradation  Contest  at  the  Teheran
meeting of Junkies Anonymous."
  "Shot  up  my  wife's  M.S,  and her  down with  a kidney
stone  big  as  the  Hope  Diamond.  So I  give her  half a
Vagamin  and  tell  her,  "You  can't  expect too  much re-
lief....  Shut  up  awready.  I  wanta  enjoy   my  medica-
tions.
  "Stole  an  opium  suppository  out  of  my grandmother's
ass."
  The  hypochondriac  lassoes  the  passer-by   and  admin-
isters a straitjacket and starts talking about  his rotting
septum:  "An  awful  purulent discharge  is subject  to How
out... just wait till you see it."
  He does  a strip  tease to  operation scars,  guiding the
reluctant  fingers  of  a  victim.  "Feel  that  suppurated
swelling  in  my  groin  where   I  got   the  lymphogranu-
lomas....  And  now  I  want  you  to  palpate  my internal
hemorrhoids."
  (The   reference   is   to   lymphogranuloma,  "climactic
                    i
buboes." A  virus venereal  disease indigenous  to Ethio-
pia.  "Not  for  nothing  are we  known as  feelthy Ethi-
opians," sneers  an Ethiopian  mercenary as  he sodomizes
Pharaoh,  venomous  as  the  King's cobra.  Ancient Egyp-
tian  papyrus  talk  all  the  time  about  them  feelthy
Ethiopians.
  So it started in  Addis Ababa  like the  Jersey Bounce,
but  these  are  modern  times, One  World. Now  the cli-
mactic  buboes  swell  up  in  Shanghai  and  Esmeraldas,
New  Orleans  and  Helsinki,  Seattle  and  Capetown. But
the heart  turns home  and the  disease shows  a distinct
predilection  for  Negroes,  is  in fact  the whitehaired
boy  of  white  supremacists.  But  the  Mau  Mau  voodoo
men are said to be cooking up a  real dilly  of a  VD for
the  white folks.  Not that  Caucasians are  immune: five
British sailors contracted the  disease in  Zanzibar. And
in  Dead  Coon  County,  Arkansas ("Blackest  Dirt, Whit-
est People in the U.S.A.-- Nigger, Don't  Let The  Sun Set
On  You  Here")  the  County   Coroner  come   down  with
the  buboes  fore  and  aft.  A  vigilante  committee  of
neighbors  apologetically  burned  him  to death  in the
Court  House  privy when  his interesting  condition came
to light. "Now,  Clem, just  think of  yourself as  a cow
with the  aftosa." "Or  a poltroon  with the  fowl pest."
"Don't crowd too close, boys.  His intestines  is subject
to explode in the fire."  The disease  in short  arm hath
a  gimmick  for going  places unlike  certain unfortunate
viruses  who  are  fated  to  languish   unconsummate  in
the guts of a tick or  a jungle  mosquito, or  the saliva
of  a  dying  jackal slobbering  silver under  the desert
moon. And after an initial lesion at the point  of infee-
tion the disease passes to the lymph glands of  the groin,
which  swell  and  burst  in  suppurating  fissures, drain
for  days,  months,  years,  a purulent  stringy discharge
streaked  with  blood  and  putrid   lymph.  Elephantiasis
of the genitals is a frequent  complication, and  cases of
gangrene   have   been   recorded  where   the  amputation
in  medio of  the patient  from the  waist down  was indi-
cated  but  hardly  worth   while.  Women   usually  suffer
secondary  infection  of  the   anus.  Males   who  resign
themselves up  for passive  intercourse to  infected part-
ners  like  weak  and  soon  to  be  purple-assed baboons,
may also nourish a little stranger. Initial  proctitis and
the  inevit4ble purulent  discharge --  which may  pass un-
noticed in the  shuъe --  is followed  by stricture  of the
rectum  requiring intervention  of an  apple corer  or its
surgical  equivalent,  lest  the  unfortunate  patient  be
reduced  to  fart  and shit  in his  teeth giving  rise to
stubborn  cases  of  halitosis  and unpopularity  with all
sexes,  ages  and conditions  of homo  sapiens. In  fact a
blind  bugger  was  deserted  by  his  seeing  eye  police
dog  --  copper at  heart. Until  quite recently  there was
no  satisfactory  treatment.  "Treatment  is  symptomatic"
--  which  means  in  the  trade  there  is none.  Now many
cases  yield  to intensive  therapy with  aureomycin, ter-
ramycin   and  some   of  the   newer  molds.   However  a
certain  appreciable   percentage  remain   refractory  as
mountain  gorillas....  So,  boys,  when  those  hot licks
play  over  your  balls  and  prick and  dart up  your ass
like  an  invisible  blue  blow torch  of orgones,  in the
words  of  I.  B.  Watson, Think.  Stop panting  and start
palpating...  and  if  you  palpate  a  bubo   draw  your-
self back in and say in  a cold  nasal whine:  "You think
I am innarested to contact  your horrible  old condition?
I am not innarested at all.")
  ъock  and  ъoll adolescent  hoodlums storm  the streets
of  all  nations.  They  rush into  the Louvre  and throw
acid  in  the Mona  Lisa's face.  They open  zoos, insane
asylums,  prisons,  burst water  mains with  air hammers,
chop the floor  out of  passenger plane  lavatories, shoot
out lighthouses, file elevator cables  to one  thin wire,
turn  sewers  into  the  water  supply, throw  sharks and
sting  rays,  electric  eels  and  candiru  into swimming
pools  (the  candiru  is  a small  eel-like fish  or worm
about  one-quarter  inch  through  and  two  inches  long
patronizing certain rivers of ill  repute in  the Greater
Amazon Basin,  will dart  up your  prick or  your asshole
or  a  woman's  cunt  faute  de  mieux, and  hold himself
there  by  sharp  spines with  precisely what  motives is
not known  since no  one has  stepped forward  to observe
the candiru's life-cycle in  sito), in  nautical costumes
ram  the  Queen  Mary  full speed  into New  York Harbor,
play  chicken  with  passenger  planes  and  busses, rush
into hospitals in white coats carrying saws and  axes and
scalpels three feet  long; throw  paralytics out  of iron
lungs  (mimic  their suffocations  flopping about  on the
floor and  rolling their  eyes up),  administer injections
with  bicycle pumps,  disconnect artificial  kidneys, saw
a  woman  in  half  with  a  two-man  surgical  saw, they
drive herds of squealing  pigs into  the Curb,  they shit
on  the floor  of the  United Nations  and wipe  their ass
with treaties, pacts, alliances.
  By plane, car, horse, camel, elephant, tractor, bicycle
and steam roller, on foot, skis,  sled, crutch  and pogo-
stick the  tourists storm  the frontiers,  demanding with
inflexible  authority  asylum  from the  "unspeakable con-
ditions  obtaining  in  Freeland,"  the  Chamber  of Com-
merce  striving  in  vain  to  stem the  debacle: "Please
to be restful. It  is only  a few  crazies who  have from
the crazy place outbroken."

        JOSELITO

  And  Joselito  who  wrote  bad,  class-conscious poetry
began  to  cough.  The  German  doctor  made a  brief ex-
amination, touching Joselito's  ribs with  long, delicate
fingers. The doctor was also a concert violinist, a math-
ematician, a chess master, and a Doctor  of International
Jurisprudence with license to practice in  the lavatories
of the Hague. The  doctor flicked  a hard,  distant glance
across  Joselito's  brown  chest. He  looked at  Carl and
smiled -- one educated man to another  smile --  and raised
his eyebrow, saying without words:
  "Alzo  for  the  so  stupid peasant  we must  avoid use
of the word  is it  not? Otherwise  he shit  himself with
fear. Hoch and spit they are both nasty words I think?"
  He said aloud: "It is a catarro de los pulmones."
  Carl  talked  to  the doctor  outside under  the narrow
arcade  with  rain  bouncing up  from the  street against
his pant legs, thinking how  many people  he tell  it to,
and  the  stairs,  porches,  lawns,  driveways, corridors
and streets of the  world there  in the  doctor's eyes...
stuffy  German  alcoves,  butterfly  trays to  the ceiling,
silent  portentous  smell  of  uremia  seeping  under the
door,  suburban  lawns  to sound  of the  water sprinkler,
in  calm  jungle night  under silent  wings of  the Anoph-
eles  mosquito.  (Note:  This is  not a  figure. Anopheles
mosquitoes are silent. ) Thickly carpeted,  discreet nurs-
ing  home  in Kensington:  stiff brocade  chair and  a cup
of  tea,  the  Swedish  modern  living  room   with  water
hyacinths  in  a  yellow  bowl  --  outside the  China blue
Northern  sky  and  drifting  clouds,  under   bad  water-
colors of the dying medical student.
  "A schnaps I think Frau Underschnitt."
  The  doctor  was  talking  into  a  phone  with  a chess
board in front of him. "Quite a  severe lesion  I think...
of  course  without to  see the  Horoscope." He  picks up
the  knight  and  then  replaces it  thoughtfully. "Yes...
Both  lungs...  quite  definitely."  He  replaces  the  re-
ceiver and turns to  Carl. "I  have observed  these people
show  amazingly  quick  wound   recovery,  with   low  in-
cidence  of  infection.  It  is  always the  lungs here...
pneumonia  and,  of  course,  Old  Faithful."  The  doctor
grabs  Carl's  cock, leaping  into the  air with  a coarse
peasant