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213 His hand was short, the fingers blunt, the grip strongI go by Wireman, mostly I looked at the beach chair meant for meIt was the kind with a high back and a low fanny-sling, like the bucket seat in a Porsche “Something wrong with that, muchacho?” Wireman asked, raising an eyebrowHe had a lot [...]

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His face had been white, and his uniform was covered with bloodRoth was shocked, a little sick, as he remembered how very red the blood had beenI thought it was darker somehow Oh, what does it matter? Wilson had always been so alive, and he wasn’t a bad fellowSo badly wounded; he had looked dead [...]

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“Sure, you can go to heaven too, but who does?” “There’s ways,” Polack repeated mysteriously again, nodding his head in the darknessMinetta could just make out his profile, and he decided that he looked like a cartoon of Uncle Sam with his hooked broken nose and his long jaw slanting back to his receded gums [...]

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It could be mixed up with what I remember about myselfMy mind playing more tricksMore stupid fucking pet tricks “Take it easy, muchacho,” Wireman said She tried to draw Perse out of existenceHow does one do a thing like that?” “Draw and then erase “Perse didn’t let her?” “Perse didn’t know, I’m almost sure of [...]

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It could be mixed up with what I remember about myselfMy mind playing more tricksMore stupid fucking pet tricks “Take it easy, muchacho,” Wireman said She tried to draw Perse out of existenceHow does one do a thing like that?” “Draw and then erase “Perse didn’t let her?” “Perse didn’t know, I’m almost sure of [...]

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He hugged back hard enough to make my still tender ribs squall “Edgar, you look terrificGod is good, my friend “So are you,” I said”How’d you happen to turn up in Sarasota? Was it Wireman?” I turned to my compadre of the striped umbrella”It was, wasn’t it? You called and asked Kamen if he’d be [...]

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It’s no good having it steady payBut this time there is less hope in it A park bench is really too small for a man to sleep comfortablyIf his feet dangle over the edge, the slats cut into the back of his knees, and if he draws them up, he awakens with a cramp in [...]

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He could have turned back no more easily than he could have killed himself All through the afternoon they straggled forward, toiling up the gentler slopes, proceeding from rock to rock when the walls of the mountain became sheererThey traveled from one ridge to another, stumbled painfully along the slanting inclines of minor knolls, slipped [...]

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The houses are old and pleasant; you cross a bridge and look down on a tiny stream winding and twisting gently over some soft rounded rocks; there are the sounds of things growing and the soughing of the leaves in the swollen torpid May breezeA little farther on, there is always the small rotting mansion [...]

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Still there had been a time in Berkeley in his senior year when his paintings were getting some notice, and many of the American students were friendly with himBut of course that was all shattered by the war Major Infantry, Japanese ArmyThat was the way he had signed it, relinquishing himself again to anonymity “Did [...]

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