(Speaking of tactics, it’s only fair to warn Harbridge, which I haven’t directly, as yet, but will, that I am still on the other side of the fence. My distaste for McL. happens to be stronger than my preference for throwing spokes in space wheels. But Gen., if you think you are harboring anything less than a viper in your bosom, be disillusioned.) Anyhow, this is to let you know that my immediate future plans consist of a knapsack, a couple of books which, if I bother to read them, might bring me up to date in my supposed profession, and probably a jug of honest tequila under a bough. The last is not part of the Grand Reformation Plan, but should be mentioned as still the great likelihood. In any case, I will have no address for a bit, so tell Kutler not to try looking. Even Harbridge won’t know where I am. (The Gen’s mysterious sources show that Kutler’s subpoena is already signed--like my own--and will be going up same orbit as this.) As for you, babe, stay put a while if you can. You’ll hear from me, soon as I know what to say. Thanks for the chance to say anything. Apologies for what’s been said--for a lot of things, for me, I guess. Convey same to Chris, will you? Listen, babe, I am one crazy-mixed-up bastard, as you have better cause even than most to know--but for what it’s worth, I _do_--Hell, I can’t even say that. Let me say, I do _want to love_ you. If I make the grade, I’ll let you know. Meantime-- Hell. Johnny * * * * * FROM: Christensen TO: Harbridge DATE: Sep. 29, 1977 VIA SPECIAL COURIER Seems I missed a few bits, while McL was here. Phil says I have gone soft in the head like the rest of the Dome people. That’s _not_ what he says, but how I read it. He’ll undoubtedly explain his notions to you, and to you they might even make sense. You two boys should have a ball, come to think of it. But I don’t know what I’ll do here on my own, so don’t keep him away; I seem to _need_ a headshrinker for chief aide up here. At least, it’s been working that way. With that off my chest: McL’s boys have behaved themselves here. In fact, they’ve been too damn nice (which is part of Phil’s theory), probably. To hear them talk today, butter wouldn’t melt and all that, but we’ll find out, I guess, when they hit dirt again. Can’t give you anything to build specific suspicions on, because what investigating they did seemed pretty damn routine and unenthusiastic to me. Mostly, they goofed off seeing how far they could get with the female personnel. Hope they got sent home happy, and appearances would indicate as much. (But it worries Phil; I’m getting an education, man. Always thought psychers were supposed to be _less_ puritanical than us plain folks.) Thanks for getting that letter to L. Big help. Phil will fill you in on her too; he finally let me in on it. Hope you didn’t--sorry. Was about to hope you didn’t really let Wendt out of sight, but I ought to know better by now.