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My father, you should know,
was a very successful doctor in Boston.

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A member of the Harvard Medical Faculty.
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He was a widower, and I was his only child.
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He was not an especially religious man,
a sober Methodist.

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One evening, seven years ago...
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he attended a Pentecostal meeting
at Harvard...

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and found himself speaking in tongues.
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He sank to his knees at the back of the room
and began to talk fluently...

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in a language which no one
had ever heard before.

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This sort of thing happens frequently
at Pentecostal meetings...

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and began happening regularly to my father.
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It was not unusual to walk into our home
and find my father sitting in his office...

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utterly serene, happily speaking to the air
in this strange, foreign tongue.

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I was, at that time, 20 years old...
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having my obligatory affair
with a minority group.

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In my case, a Hopi Indian,
a postgraduate fellow at Harvard...

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doing his doctorate in aboriginal languages
of the Southwest.

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One day, I brought the Indian boy home...
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just as my father was sinking to his knees
in the entrance foyer in one of his trances.

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The Indian wheeled in his tracks,
and he said, "I'll be a son of a bitch!"

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You see, my father
was speaking an Apache dialect...

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an obscure dialect, at that...
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spoken only by a ragged band
of unreconstructed Indians...

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who had rejected the reservation,
and gone to live in isolation...

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in the Sierra Madre Mountains
in Northern Mexico.

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What do you say to that?
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What the hell am I supposed to say to that?
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I'm sitting here boozing,
and you come in and tell me...

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some demented story
about your father's religious conversion.

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You miss the point.
Not my father's conversion, mine.

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You see, I'd been hitting the acid
pretty regularly at that time.

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I had achieved a few minor sensory
deformities, some suicidal despairs...

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but nothing as wild
as fluency in an obscure Apache dialect.

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I mean, like, "Wow, man!"
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Here was living afflatus
right before my eyes!


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