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call it…is the fact that Iron John is here in the flesh； solid and hairy。〃
〃You've lost me；〃 Floyd said； looking from one to the other of us。 〃A little explanation is very much in order。〃
〃It is；〃 Steengo said； swinging his feet around so he sat up straight on the couch。 〃Mankind invents cultures…and cultures invent myths to justify and explain their existence。 Prominent among these are the myths and ceremonies of the rites of passage for boys。 The passage from boyhood to manhood。 This is the time when the boy is separated from his mother and the other women。 In some primitive cultures the boys go and live with the men…and never see their mothers again。〃
〃No big loss；〃 Floyd muttered。 Steengo nodded。
〃You heard that； Jim。 In all cultures mothers try to shape sons in their female image。 For their own good。 The boys resist …and the rite of passage helps this resistance。 There is always symbolism involved； because symbols are a way to represent the myths that underlie every culture。〃
I thought about this； my head hurt。 〃Sorry； Steengo； but you left me behind pletely with that one。 Explanation？〃
〃Of course。 Let's stay with Iron John。 You have just said that you didn't understand it…yet I think that it affected you emotionally。〃
I started to protest； to lie…then stopped。 Why lie？ I tried not to lie to myself； ever。 This was a good moment to apply that rule。
〃You're right。 It got to me…and I don't know why 。 。 。〃
〃Myths deal with emotions； not facts。 Let's look at the symbols。 Did the young man bail out the pool and find Iron Hans； or Iron John at the bottom？〃
〃That's exactly what happened。〃
〃Who do you think Iron John is？ In the story I mean； not the one walking around here。 But before you answer that…who do you think the young man in the story was？〃
〃That's not too hard to figure out。 Whoever the story was aimed at； whoever was watching it。 In this case； since I was there alone； I guess it must have been me。〃
〃You are correct。 So in the myth you； and every other young man； are looking for something in the pool； and have to work very very hard with the bucket to find it。 Now we e to Iron John； the hairy man at the bottom of the pool。 Is it a real man？〃
〃No； of course it couldn't be。 The man at the bottom of the pool has to be a symbol。 Part of a myth。 A symbol of manhood； maleness。 The primitive male that lies beneath the surface in all of us。〃
〃Bang…on； Jim；〃 he said in a low voice。 〃The story is trying to tell you that when a man； not a boy； looks deep inside himself； if he looks far down and for long enough； works hard enough； he will find the ancient hairy man within himself。〃
Floyd stopped playing and his jaw gaped。 〃You guys been smoking something I don't know about。〃
〃Not smoking；〃 Steengo said。 〃Sipping at the font of ancient wisdom。〃
〃Do you believe this myth？〃 I asked Steengo。 He shrugged。
〃Yes and no。 Yes； the process of growing up is a difficult one and anything that helps the process is a good thing。 Yes； myths and ing…of…age ceremonies help prepare boys； giving them the assurances they need in the transition from boy to man。 But that is as far as I will go。 I say no resoundingly to a myth manifest as reality。 Iron John alive and well and leading the pack。 This is a fractured society here； without women and without even the knowledge of women。 Not good。 Quite sick。〃
I was uneasy at this。 〃I don't agree all the way。 I was affected very strongly by watching that story。 And I am a very hard guy to con。 This got to me。〃
〃It should have…because it was dealing with the very stuff of personality and self。 I have a feeling； Jim； that yours was not the happiest of childhoods 。 。 。〃
〃Happy！〃 I laughed at the thought。 〃You try growing up on a porcuswine farm surrounded by bucolic peasants who are not much brighter than their herds。〃
〃And that includes your father and mother？〃
I started to answer warmly； saw what he was doing and where this was going。 I shut up。 Floyd shook the spittle from his so…called musical instrument and broke the silence。
〃I still feel sorry for the dog；〃 he said。
〃Not a real dog；〃 Steengo said； turning away from me。 〃A symbolic dog like everything else you saw。 The dog is your body； the thing you order around； sit up； beg。〃
Floyd shook his head in amazement。 〃Too deep for me。 Like that pool。 If I could change the subject from theory to fact for just a moment…what's next on the agenda？〃
〃Finding Heimskur； of course； so we can find out if he still has the artifact；〃 I said； happily putting this other matter aside。 〃Any suggestions？〃
〃Brain empty；〃 Floyd said。 〃Sorry。 That hangover never really went away。〃
〃I'm glad some of us didn't drink；〃 Steengo said； a sudden edge of irritation to his voice。
For personal reasons I was happy to hear it； glad that he was still human； he came on pretty strong with the myth stuff。 Forget this for awhile。 I ticked off on my fingers。 〃We have only two choices。 Hint around about him and gather what information we can。 Or blurt right out that we want to see him。 Personally； I'm all for the blurting since there is a kind of time limit on this investigation。〃 Like ten days to the grim reaper。 〃Let's ask Goldy； our majordomo。 He seems to know everything else。〃
〃Let me do it；〃 Steengo said； standing and stretching。 〃I'll talk to him like an old buddy and work the conversation around to science and scientists。 And Heimskur。 Be right back。〃
Floyd watched him go； tootling a little march in time with his footsteps。 〃This Iron John stuff sort of gets to you；〃 he said after the door had closed。
〃Yes…and that's the worst part。 I don't know why I'm bothered。〃
〃Women。 I had six sisters and there were two aunts who lived with us。 I had no brothers。 I never think about women except one at a time in the right situation。〃
Before I had to listen to one more boring macho tale about the right situation I excused myself and went for a jog。 Returned sweating nicely； did some pushups and situps； then went for a wash。 Steengo was there when I came out。 Shaking his joined hands over his head when I lifted a quizzical eyebrow。
〃Success。 Heimskur is head of the bunch who Labor in the Cause of Science； or so Veldi says。〃
〃Veldi 。 。 。 ？〃
〃The doorman here。 He does have a name after all。 From what he says I get the feeling that this is a pretty stratified society with everyone in their correct place。 Great respect is given to the scientist。 Veldi was more than respectful when he talked about them because they appear to be the ones pretty much in charge。〃
〃Great。 How do we get to meet Heimskur？〃
〃We wait patiently；〃 Steengo said and looked at his watch。 〃Because any moment our transportation will be here to take us to his august presence。〃
〃Not the Chariots of Fire again？〃 Floyd groaned。
〃No。 But something that sounds just as ominous。 A Transport of Delight 。 。 。〃
Before we had time to dwell too long on that thought there was a brisk knocking and gold…clad Veldi threw the door open。
〃Gentlemen…this way if you please。〃
We walked heads high and strong。 Hiding any qualms we might have had。 Though we shuddered to a halt when we saw what was awaiting us。
〃Your Transport of Delight；〃 Veldi said proudly； waving magnanimously in the direction of what could only be a landlocked lifeboat。
It was snow…white； clinker…built； with a stub mast festooned with flags； white wheels just visible tucked under the keel below。 A uniformed officer looked down from the rail above； saluted； gave a signal…and the rope ladder clattered down to our feet。
〃All aboard；〃 I said as I led the way。
Cushioned divans awaited us while attendants beckoned and held out jars of cool drink。 As soon as we were seated the officer signaled again and the drummer in the bow whirred his sticks in a rapid drumroll … then shifted to his bass drum。 As the first； methodical boom boomed out the Transport of Delight shuddered。 Then began to roll slowly forward。
〃A galley…without slaves or oars；〃 Floyd said。
〃Plenty of slaves；〃 I said as a wave of masculine perspiration wafted up from the funnel…shaped vent beside me。 〃But instead of oars they are grinding away at gears or some such； to turn the wheels。〃
〃No plain