I smile crookedly and wave the thirteen packs I have squirrled away in my anorak. Or whatever it is I m wearing. Finally, something seems to be happening. I think some drunk guys beat him silly later on, but that might just be a rumor. Meanwhile, Princess Diana is taking her last limo ride on their other side of the world.
Dancers start pouring into the space between the temple and the crowd.
They re mostly nude, covered in strange designs, and look authentically Sumerian cultish, I think, never having met a real Sumerian. First the women, then men. I think the men are supposed to represent the servile class. One guy looks just like a naked Walter Brennan . And Ishtar set out by herself, and poured the cream of her breast into all the wombs, and over all the fields of the Earth.