p. 54 is Hloch's introduction to the story as collected in the Earth Book and therefore is an additional page of text.
Although Adzel's name is the first word to appear under the story title on p. 55, the Wodenite does not come on-stage until near the top of p. 64. Before then, on pp. 55-63, the first person narrator, James Ching:
converses by holovid phone with his principal counselor, Freeman Simon Snyder, who hands him the problem of how to devise a Chinese contribution to the Festival of Man without thereby flunking his preliminary tests for the space Academy;
calls Betty Riefenstahl, only to be told by her phone that she will not be available until the evening;
consults Library Central about the historic San Francisco Chinatown;
eats dinner with his well-meaning but insular parents;
flies to the Riefenstahl place in his own aircar, passing en route a bus carrying a Lunarian, an Alfzarian, a spacehand wearing a Brotherhood badge and a League journeyman;
sees the lights and hears the sounds of the round-the-clock replication of the Golden Gate bridge;
learns from Betty that her father, Freeman Riefenstahl, has been handed the problem of organizing a spectacular live operatic contribution to the Festival of Man;
agrees with Betty to visit Adzel who has the problem of keeping his giant body well nourished while studying on Earth.
The three problems - four if we include Jim's problem of how to get into space - will have a single solution.
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Tho' the piece is a comment on the absurdity of 'ethnic' identities. It would be equivalent to me dressing up in chainmail and furs and making a human sacrifice to Wotan.
Kaor, Mr. Stirling!
Jimmy Ching would agree! While he was descended from Chinese emigrants to what was then the US, that was centuries before "How To Be Ethnic..." Ching himself was simply not Chinese.
Merry Christmas! Sean
Sean: yeah, and to think so is "essentialism", as if culture were somehow genetic.
Some of my ancestors spoke Gaelic and Lallans -- I don't, and am none the worse for it. For that matter, a lot of my ancestors thought stealing the neighbors' cattle and sheep and horses was fun recreation.
Kaor, Mr. Stirling!
A culture can be inherited, learned, adopted, but it's not genetic.
Your sheep/cattle/ horse rustling ancestors might have thought that was fun--until they got caught! The era of the Bloody Code in the UK imposed capital punishment even for many trivial offenses. The fates of many depended on whether juries were in a hanging mood or not.
Merry Christmas! Sean
sean: well, it was Border Reivers I was thinking of. And there was no law along the Anglo-Scottish border except that of blood feud and revenge.
Kaor, Mr. Stirling!
I'm assuming that after 1700 that kind of banditry was much more dangerous and rustlers more likely to face juries irritated enough to send them to the gallows.
Happy New Year! Sean
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