MOUNTAIN GORILLAS are only a few yards away, menacing towards him like Hell’s Angels at Altamont. A wailing ape baby gestures towards him in alarm. The enclosing glass of the exhibit is looking flimsier by the second. “My God!” he whispers. Edging away, he takes off his hat. And, it’s over. Returning to their bored existence, the primates shrug. Slam dunking it in the trash he knows: “Wow! They really hate this hat!”

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