The leader was an old manwearing a faded blue Union Army cap. A slug oflocals have gone, heathen as well as Baptist. Down Fifth Avenue a band was com-ing near playing Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here. I thumbed throughthe book, not able to believe what I was seeing and seeing it anyway.
It is the Land of Ago, the Kingdom of lyhen-I-Was-a-Boy. Any more than that would be gluttony, by God. There wassomething desperately attractive about her as she sat there--she waslike the prize you know you'll never win at the carny shooting galleryor the county fair ringtoss. We weep from our eyes, it's all we can do, buton that evening I felt as if every pore of my body were weeping, everycrack and cranny.
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