21 Nov.

What fools we are, what old people, turning over the same memories until they have become soft, rounded, devoid of features. This morning seven thousand people demonstrated at the University of the Americas--2,400 crossed the border, were herded into unmarked busses and dropped off two miles from the School. I thought of those years, driving out to the Yucca flats, meeting the others. We started out hours before dawn, the darkness so heavy that it was as if there had never been such a thing as light. The world outside the car was, for ever and ever, swept even of the suggestion that anyone had ever been there, and then, suddenly, we saw small fires, a tiny cluster of tents in the distance.