There is something sinister about Bukay, sinister and at the same time oddly compelling. He claims that he is an occult scientist; that he has invented the white race. Surely the man is mad or at least senile. He is old, but he cannot possibly be as old as he claims to be. Bill Taylor is convinced that he is wasting his time talking to him. There are other problems on Bill s mind. There are the troubles at the school where he is an associate professor. There is his relationship with his wife, which has become, at best, shaky. And there is the gnawing feeling that his middle-class values have led him to a point of comfort far removed from the struggle that most blacks are going through, and perhaps even away from black identity. During the long trip home from his first visit with Bukay he muses about the school and about his wife and his inability to cope effectively with her. But thoughts of Bukay keep entering his mind. The man seemed to know him, to know what he was thinking and feeling. And then the crazy scheme to turn everyone in the world black - why did Bukay say that Bill had to be involved in the scheme? Bill can t get the thoughts of the man out of his mind.