He went to Washington to assassinate the Sandman, because the Sandman was tormenting him with those machines. For the Sandman would press one button, and he would be anguished; and he would press another button or move a lever, and his life would be made a nightmare. So he went to Washington to assassinate him. When he got there he found that the whole city was made of hastily-built movie sets (for the city was a false city). "What is going on?" he said, and he realized that the Sandman wasn't really in Washington, that Washington wasn't really a city. He didn't really want to assassinate the Sandman. He just wanted to talk with him and say, "Why do you torment me with your machines?" but there was no Sandman or White House, there was no Congress or Capitol--there were only hastily-built movie sets, as if they had thrown them all up just for his arrival, and hadn't had the time to do it properly. He realized then that Washington wasn't really the Capital, that the Sandman lived off somewhere in the wilderness, and ruled from his secret place in the wilderness. And so the Sandman continued to torment him, and make his life miserable. The Sandman was a jolly fellow who delighted in tormenting him, and so he hated the Sandman's joy, for the Sandman's joy was only in tormenting him. All he wanted to do was to look the Sandman in the eye and say, "Stop tormenting me with your machines," but all he found were movie sets set up for his own arrival, and so he said, "I will never find this one who rules in secret--for the world is large, and he is hidden somewhere in the largeness of the world," and he fell down and wept. It was around this time that he wrote letters to his favorite radio station, saying it was he who had been sending his thoughts to the DJs and the listening public. He apologized for doing it, but he said he was very lonesome, and his only joy was in speaking to the radio listeners with his mind (for the mind is a radio). He never got a response from his letters, so he continued to send his thoughts out on the radio waves; and this is one of the ways the Sandman tormented him, for the Sandman caused him to dwell on humiliating thoughts; and thus he was reduced to being lonesome and anguished because of the Sandman, and wished only to find the Sandman, and say to him, "Do not torment me any longer;" but he could not find the Sandman to do even this, and he realized that the Sandman was a master of disguise. No one knew what his true image was like. And he knew families talked about him over dinner, some saying, "Why does the Sandman torment him?" and others saying, "Certainly he deserves it," though no one would admit this to his face. And so he was the famous one whose torment was the delight of the whole nation, so that he said, "Perhaps I have done some crime, and deserve all this."