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By getting Walter to bring the whaler across the reef to Rafaea, we managed 
to carry Charles Pa Afara out to the ship for a thorough workup. EKG, chest and 
abdominal films have all been done, and hematology as well. The white blood 
count of 12,000, with an unremarkable smear, the enlarged, tender liver, 
lymphadenopathy , the pedal and hand edema, and the psoriasis-like rash, have all 
produced a difficult diagnostic problem. Whether it is a case of miliary 
tuberculosis, of lupus, of metastatic neoplasm, or of some collagenous disease, 
we do not know. He needs lymph node biopsy, liver biopsy, perhaps bone marrow 
study, and a thorough workup, but his illness does look ominous. We have not 
arrived at any diagnosis. 
One very old man from Matautu, Steven Fonorol Pa Tavaia, has chronic 
swelling of his feet, chronic foot ulcer, dyspnea, tremors and ataxia and an 
apparent anemia. He went on ship for a chest film, but in the rush we missed 
getting an EKG on him and a thorough physical. 
We have the generator on shore tonight, attempting to show cinema to the 
islanders after their repeated entreaties. There has been an hour's delay 
trying by canoe to get a new bulb from the ship since we blew the first one. 
The picture chosen by the Captain, foolishly eschewing violence, is some 
juvenile slapstick comedy in Donald Duck-type English... it will surely fall 
flat. The cowboy gunfights which would have done well have been censored by our 
Skipper. When Don and Walter radioed back our objection to the choice of film, 
the Captain was very irate indeed. He emphatically does not want to show a 
violent Western. .. such naivete! 
George Goroa, an overgrown lad of thirteen years, is one of the most 
sensuous boys on the island, and a warmly affectionate friend to Don, myself and 
the others. He had left school after only going through Standard 3, but he 
reads a bit and follows a little English. He has a large, distinctive 
dark-pigmented spot in the medial aspect of his left sclera, which lends charm 
to his face. He brings up the name of Raymond Firth reverently, and speaks, as 
do the other islanders, of Firth in quiet, subdued reverence. . .we hear little 
other than the mention of his name, always respectfully, but never with any 
specifics. George Goroa seems to be one who remembers him very intimately from 
I his 1968 visit. 
We have had a second bu'lb burn out in the projector and Walter is making 
the nearly one hour round trip by canoe to the ship to fetch a third bulb. We 
had gotten through only some ten minutes of cinema when Walter tried to adjust 
the generator and again the bulb blew. The two hundred to three hundred people 
assembled to see the film are all singing their traditional songs and clapping. 
I have started typing and Don is trying to record what they sing. Chief Cedrik 
Tangata Teava leads the singing vigorously. It is loud and filled with shouts, 
but still melodious. 
In the presence of the whole community, the children are very well behaved. 
In less socially controlled situations, they are very wild and undisciplined. 
On our ship, they roam about touching everything — without asking permission, 
trying the faucets, switches, beds, showers and the toilets as they wish. They 
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