Here is Christie's Great Idea!

Christie Malry, after a long day largely spent feeding pieces of paper into various machine, is making his way home from Tapper's office and contemplating the sublime symmetry of Double-Entry the while.

For the following passage it seems to me necessary to attempt transcursion into Christie's mind; an illusion of transcursion, that is, of course, since you know only too well in whose mind it all really takes place.

Who made me walk this way?                                 Who decided I should not be walking seven feet farther that side, or three points west of nor-nor-east,    to     use     the     marine     abbreviation?        Anyone?                                No one? Someone must have decided. It was a conscious decision, as well. That is, they said (he said, she said), I will build here.                But I think whoever it was did not also add, So Christie Malry shall not walk here, but shall walk there. If he chooses. Ah! And there I have him|her|them! If I choose so. But my choice is limited by them, collectively, to a certain extent.

I shall list my choices. I may choose to walk for some forty feet along this particular stretch of pavement at a width of approximately eight feet. On one side my freedom is limited by my desire not to be hit by traffic. On the other by whoever built this no doubt speculative office block.                The first limitation I accept, forced on me reasonalby enough by society. The other I do not accpet.

Who can I to blame?........