"You're going now?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"To find the man with the golden eyes."
"Where is he?"
"He's somewhere in the high Himalayas. That wasn't a dream I had. I was
there. I saw him."
"But this time it will be different. The way is uncharted. There are no
road maps."
"I can only do my best. I may fail. I may never find him."
There was tenderness in her eyes. "I think you will. I'm very sure you
will...."
"Goodbye, Daphne."
Lee walked the streets until dawn and as he reentered his room it was
to pack a bag and check his cash resources. And it was as if he had
become two men walking in one skin; two minds housed in one brain. One
mind was that of a fanatic; the other, reasonable and cautious.
The reasonable man said, _You're a fool. They lock up people like you.
Too much whiskey. Too much of a mental beating. You've gone off your
rocker._
The fanatic said, _He's in the Himalayas. I'm going to find him. So
that's where I'm going._