CHAPTER 14“If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death”
-- Robert Bly, from The Kabir Book
For someone who believed in premonitions, there were plenty to see. Hubert was awakened at six o'clock by room service: two blue-uniformed boys who were scarcely sixteen entered the room with smiles on their pimpled faces and served a breakfast he did not remember having ordered. In fact, it contained items he despised and would not have requested under the gravest circumstances: a grapefruit, served in a bowl of earthenware along with a jagged knife, and a dish of milk-soaked Doctor Birchobenner's Muesli, a cereal that was based on the many forms of the nut and always gave Hubert two days’ worth of gas and bad dreams.
At ten o'clock, the clerk handed him
