
        from THE COMPLEX VISION OF PHILO St JOHN                    FRIAR12
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             The  shadows  had  lengthened  perceptibly and the sunlight had
        changed  from its pale lemon  color to a rich  golden yellow.  Philo
        stood up.  "I'm sorry,"  he said. "It would be nice to settle all of
        this but it's getting late.  I have to be on my way.  I want to find
        a place to sleep before it gets dark."
             The  friar  also  stood. "Yes," he  said. "Philosophical discus-
        sions  have a way of getting out of hand.  I often have wondered why
        it is that I, who really can't stand philosophy, get myself involved
        in so many long conversations about it."  He  picked  up  the  melon
        rinds and tossed them into the lush grass.
             "Anyway," Philo said.  "Thanks for the bread and the cheese and
        even if I can't agree  with some of the things you've said, it was a
        pleasure talking to you."
             "It was my pleasure,too," the friar said.  He extended his hand
        as he had in the beginning.  "And I am sure that we  will meet again.
        Perhaps not in this guise, but I am sure that we will meet again."
             Philo took his hand.  "I don't understand," he said.
             "There's a place about two  kilometers  up the road," the friar 
        said.  "You'll know it when  you come to it.  It has a thatched roof
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