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.Page 93 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlI studied the good names out there printed on the blue dye, Christmas IslandRidge, Tokelau Trough, Pacific Basin, and tried to think about those names,tried to wonder how they had measured the shocking depths out there.The mindis a child that keeps turning back, reaching for the WET PAINT sign.I keptseeing, superimposed upon the blue, Meyer's image of her, with the slightlynegative buoyance of the newly drowned, going down and down, through thelambent layers of undersea light, through the blues, greens, turquoise.Tom Collier was right.Bugs like Howie have this terrible, incurable optimism.If nobody sees you do it, nobody can prove you did it.And people have alwaysbelieved you.Howie is a nice little boy.He's so helpful and willing andhappy.Fat people are jolly people.Next step, McGee.If, through some miracle of timing and coincidence, youshould achieve radio contact, what would you say? Hello, there! By what law ofthe high seas can you send Captain Hornblower aboard his frigate to wrest thelegal wife from her legal husband? How do you get yourself air-dropped ontothe deck, assuming the Trepid could be located at all?The next step is wait.Wait here, or fly out and wait there.But wait, nomatter what.It would be ironic indeed if the one Howie flipped out of thetree would be McGee.I sweetened the drink, changed the music, put the steakin.I had a slight and somber buzz from the astringent gin.Whee.Whoopee.Happy New Something.SixteenMY JET flight from Honolulu arrived at Pago Pago International Airport atthree in the afternoon on Saturday the fifth of January.The airport is atTafuna, about seven miles from town.The airstrips are on crushed coral rock,extended out into the sea.It is the only way one is going to find any flatland on those islands.We were supposed to come in a little earlier, but it was the rainy season anda black, heavy tropical storm was moving across the big island, covering mostof its fifty or so square miles.There are tricky winds in those storms, so westrolled around in a big circle on high, waiting for it to move away from thefield.We came down into a scrubbed, shiny, dripping world, full of a smell offlowers, rain freshness and jet fuel.I had learned that there is an n in thename when it is pronounced, that the first vowel sound had about the samevalue as the o in mom, and the g was halfway between hard and soft.HencePahng-o Pahng-o.When you say things correctly, you become an instant worldtraveler.Because of the rains, it was off season, and about eight of us gotoff.I had only carry-on, an unusual event at Tafuna, apparently, when thevisitor is not reserved back out.It is known as American Samoa.The U.S.dollar is accepted.The taxi driveraccepted an impressive number of them to drive me into town to theIntercontinental Hotel.I had heard that the place was hot.It had seemed veryhot to me when I came off the bird.But that had been the coolness after therain.The driver said he would take me everywhere during my wonderful stay onthe incredibly beautiful island of Tutuila.In his shiny elderly Plymouth withits square wheels and its ineffectual little fan buzzing directly into hissweat-shiny face, he would take me up and down all these perpendicular greenmountains for a very nice price.As we came around a corner of the coast road, I saw Pago Pago Harbor.I hadseen it from the air, but height flattens things out.I'd been told it was themost beautiful harbor in the world.It is the most beautiful harbor in theworld.Once, uncounted centuries ago, it was the fiery, bubbling pit of avolcano.The crater ate at its own walls, consuming itself, growing larger,until finally a whole side of it fell into the sea, and the sea came smashinginto the red, boiling crater.That must have been a day.That must have beenPage 94 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsomething to see and hear.We don't know how long it took the sea to win.Now,inside the steep green hills, it is tranquil in victory.He turned into the hotel drive.The first half ounce of raindrops from thenext cloud began to splat as I paid him.It was a very handsome hotellowbuildings, rounded thatched roofs, in the turtle fale island, style.But thethatch, of course, was covered ferroconcrete, and there were a hundred and onerooms, all air-conditioned, and a lower level with free-form pool, umbrellasover the tables, an outside bar and a view across the harbor of Mount Pioa,the Rainmaker.The Rainmaker was on the job.The day deepened from brightsunlight to deep dusk as the rain thundered down.It does not take very long to make your appraisal as you walk across a lobby.A gift shop on the left full of bright overpriced instant artifacts.Littlescraps of this and that on the floor.Bleared windows.A man in a uniformyawning and scratching his behind.Some overflowing ashtrays.Three girls were in busy conversation behind the counter, with giggles thatmade them bend double and stagger around.One of them kept glancing at me.Iwaited placidly until she came over to the desk.The girls were three shadesof brown.She was the shade in the middle, chocolate fudgicle."You want something, ah?" 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.Page 93 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlI studied the good names out there printed on the blue dye, Christmas IslandRidge, Tokelau Trough, Pacific Basin, and tried to think about those names,tried to wonder how they had measured the shocking depths out there.The mindis a child that keeps turning back, reaching for the WET PAINT sign.I keptseeing, superimposed upon the blue, Meyer's image of her, with the slightlynegative buoyance of the newly drowned, going down and down, through thelambent layers of undersea light, through the blues, greens, turquoise.Tom Collier was right.Bugs like Howie have this terrible, incurable optimism.If nobody sees you do it, nobody can prove you did it.And people have alwaysbelieved you.Howie is a nice little boy.He's so helpful and willing andhappy.Fat people are jolly people.Next step, McGee.If, through some miracle of timing and coincidence, youshould achieve radio contact, what would you say? Hello, there! By what law ofthe high seas can you send Captain Hornblower aboard his frigate to wrest thelegal wife from her legal husband? How do you get yourself air-dropped ontothe deck, assuming the Trepid could be located at all?The next step is wait.Wait here, or fly out and wait there.But wait, nomatter what.It would be ironic indeed if the one Howie flipped out of thetree would be McGee.I sweetened the drink, changed the music, put the steakin.I had a slight and somber buzz from the astringent gin.Whee.Whoopee.Happy New Something.SixteenMY JET flight from Honolulu arrived at Pago Pago International Airport atthree in the afternoon on Saturday the fifth of January.The airport is atTafuna, about seven miles from town.The airstrips are on crushed coral rock,extended out into the sea.It is the only way one is going to find any flatland on those islands.We were supposed to come in a little earlier, but it was the rainy season anda black, heavy tropical storm was moving across the big island, covering mostof its fifty or so square miles.There are tricky winds in those storms, so westrolled around in a big circle on high, waiting for it to move away from thefield.We came down into a scrubbed, shiny, dripping world, full of a smell offlowers, rain freshness and jet fuel.I had learned that there is an n in thename when it is pronounced, that the first vowel sound had about the samevalue as the o in mom, and the g was halfway between hard and soft.HencePahng-o Pahng-o.When you say things correctly, you become an instant worldtraveler.Because of the rains, it was off season, and about eight of us gotoff.I had only carry-on, an unusual event at Tafuna, apparently, when thevisitor is not reserved back out.It is known as American Samoa.The U.S.dollar is accepted.The taxi driveraccepted an impressive number of them to drive me into town to theIntercontinental Hotel.I had heard that the place was hot.It had seemed veryhot to me when I came off the bird.But that had been the coolness after therain.The driver said he would take me everywhere during my wonderful stay onthe incredibly beautiful island of Tutuila.In his shiny elderly Plymouth withits square wheels and its ineffectual little fan buzzing directly into hissweat-shiny face, he would take me up and down all these perpendicular greenmountains for a very nice price.As we came around a corner of the coast road, I saw Pago Pago Harbor.I hadseen it from the air, but height flattens things out.I'd been told it was themost beautiful harbor in the world.It is the most beautiful harbor in theworld.Once, uncounted centuries ago, it was the fiery, bubbling pit of avolcano.The crater ate at its own walls, consuming itself, growing larger,until finally a whole side of it fell into the sea, and the sea came smashinginto the red, boiling crater.That must have been a day.That must have beenPage 94 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsomething to see and hear.We don't know how long it took the sea to win.Now,inside the steep green hills, it is tranquil in victory.He turned into the hotel drive.The first half ounce of raindrops from thenext cloud began to splat as I paid him.It was a very handsome hotellowbuildings, rounded thatched roofs, in the turtle fale island, style.But thethatch, of course, was covered ferroconcrete, and there were a hundred and onerooms, all air-conditioned, and a lower level with free-form pool, umbrellasover the tables, an outside bar and a view across the harbor of Mount Pioa,the Rainmaker.The Rainmaker was on the job.The day deepened from brightsunlight to deep dusk as the rain thundered down.It does not take very long to make your appraisal as you walk across a lobby.A gift shop on the left full of bright overpriced instant artifacts.Littlescraps of this and that on the floor.Bleared windows.A man in a uniformyawning and scratching his behind.Some overflowing ashtrays.Three girls were in busy conversation behind the counter, with giggles thatmade them bend double and stagger around.One of them kept glancing at me.Iwaited placidly until she came over to the desk.The girls were three shadesof brown.She was the shade in the middle, chocolate fudgicle."You want something, ah?" 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