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William Turner sat spellbound through two more showings of the film. When finally the theatre closed for the evening, he reluctantly arose and on unsteady high heels, tottered out of the theatre. He had a strange premonition that he had seen his last movie.

After a fretful, sleepless night, Turner spent a miserable day at work. More than ever he hated his job, his co-workers, his entire life in a society that condemned him because he desired to adorn him- self in a different manner than other men. What was it that the narrator had said? "They dedicated themselves to personification of the beautiful." Yes. There was no doubt.

That evening, Turner felt the urge to change clothes once more and see the film yet again. In- stead, he put on a fresh shirt and went to the city library where he read steadily until the library closed. The only reference he could find to Lo Mantang was in a pharmacology journal. He looked up its location on a map of the Himalayas, finding only a faint smudge, so small was the area he looked for. Impatient, he looked for other books on the surrounding territories. He found several on Tibet- an religions which he checked out; there were a few

on Sikkim, and some others on Nepal.

He took them

all home and for a week, he read for hours every evening. There was nothing! No clue--not a trace of Lo Mantang. Was this too another fable-- another Shangri La? William Turner felt a keen despair overtake him,

Wasn't

He thought again about the film--Wait! there something about air service? That meant that there was some sort of a commercial schedule into Lo Mantang. The next morning he called a travel

agency.

To his utter astonishment, the clerk at the travel agency could and did give him complete and

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