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124 picnicking in the infinite The absolute is fun to visit but I certainly wouldn’t want to live there. This way, right on schedule, and more or less like clockwork, we have a pleasant journey roughlyeverythreeweeks.Motherbringstheumbrellasandherhusband,Uncle Fredthesandwichesfortheinfinitetoeat.It’sarelativelyeasydrivefromwhere wearetowherewewanttobe;andthekidsof coursearesingingallthewayand somakethetripseemevenshorter.Oncewegettothesitewhichisthelocation of the infinite, the kids organize a treasure hunt; they are looking for artifacts nativetotheregionsothatwecandeduce,finally,whereweare.Lotsof shouting, moresinging,andaffectionateteasingwhilethetreasure-huntgoeson.Afewof the younger people begin to disappear behind haystacks. Characteristic after characteristicisdiscovered.Wearejustbeginningtodeduceandotherwiseand sensibly capture the essential nature of this region and are just beginning to wonderif thereisn’tperhapsaseriesof touristcabinssomewherenearby,when adistantbellbeginstochimeinamistybuildingsilhouettedsomewhereonthe horizon. It sounds like a church—but from where we are, instead, it resembles a suite of offices. It probably tastes like baby’s jellybeans, sounds like a funeral oration, or smells like blazing fires....So, longing for home, we all jump back intothecaranddrivebacktotheplaceandtimewestartedoutfrom.We’reback beforeweevenknowwe’veleft!Infact,already,isn’titasif we’dneverleftatall? ...

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