42.) Lancelot descended through the imaginary Virgin’s auditorium past the two old men in trench coats taking polaroids and the vendor selling wheat and peaches in syrup. Follow The Child, came a transmission. Lancelot pushed through a weak point in the DoesNotThink machine’s illusion, a temporary Galactic way station obscured by bushes that a five-year-old boy was strolling into. It was disguised as a small chapel filled with large paintings of sad lovers. Through large windows he could see the city’s true face-- stone floor and cold light.