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on his smile. Jaugeline caught a glimpse of Animal crossing the narrow bridge to leave; and hurriedly went on speak- ing with this monk father of her son. She thought, as he was answering her about the book she had picked up. (My face feels frozen with him, but the window panes give off not the picturesque quality from frost and snow.) "The book is pronounced SANNYASIN my dear. It is of the wanderers." "This place should be in the mountains," she said to him, "where at least the cold could still your mind to the lonliness of human beings; that don't have flowers and food laid at their feet." "Whatever road you travel certainly does not remove bitterness from your soul Jaugeline." "Well, I think I'll wander now; and forget about the $1.25 fee to do it over a French antique desk!" "But Jaugeline; it would have been a gift," he was saying as she passed out through the door to intercept Sunset Blvd? Animal at a path leading to the road. Time was crossing out of the afternoon that day, as Jiven Joe returned to his beach shack. He drove an old model European, and red fading sportscar up onto Hart street; found a place, parked and went walking down the walk to his home. His was one of a block of shacks