"Just as the father brimmed with contradictory feelings as he crept along the wall-humiliation, anger, and a grudging feeling any of pride in his son-so the son felt his own contradictions. There was the pain and shame of seeing his father crumple before man-even himself. Sorrow in discovering that the pyramid was not a five-thousand-year wonder of the civilized world, mysteri ously and permanently constructed by generation after genera tion of hardy men who had died in order to perfect it, but that it had been made in the back room at Sears, by a clever window dresser, of papier-mâché, guaranteed to last for a mere lifetime."