You spend an hour finding the IDRISI building, which is in an old funeral parlor across the street from Clark's old radio station. You trot briskly up the stairs, cross the porch, and enter. It gives you an odd little thrill.

 You look earnestly at the secretary, who looks earnestly back. "So," you begin, "I was reading this catalogue, and heard about this IDRISI thing. I understand it does good things for students?"

 At that the secretary laughs. After several minutes, she's still going strong. She waves in people from other rooms. She repeats what you said, and they all break up. Soon, you can't hear the traffic on Main Street through the laughter.

 Finally, someone says, "Get the heck outta here. If you want students, try the Little Center or some such."

 What the hey. You go the Little Center.

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