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she was working alone and

visibly weakening with every line

Franklin H Wheeler was among the few

who bucked the current

and the happy implication that they alone

were painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture

Hadn’t she given him every

possible encouragement for months?

he made the most of it. Sentences poured from him

paragraphs composed themselves and took wing

most of her memories were crisply told

and hard to sentimentalize

the fact that girls could actuallly

want to go to bed with him

A shrill metallic whine cut

through the silence of his sleep

a small stain of drying milk and cereal was all that remained of the childrens breakfast:

the rest of the kitchen gleamed to an industrial perfectionn of cleanliness

it seemed to him now that no single moment in his life had ever contained better proof of his manhood than

holding that tamed submissive girl while she promised to bear his child

whose subject was a tall, proud girl with deeper breasts and hips than

he thought fashion models were supposed to have

he sat with the look of a man condemned to a very slow, painless death

he felt middle aged

how she talks and talks

and never says anything

Isn’t this the damndest thing

he would demand of April tonight?

his face obediently paled and gaped into

the look of a man stunned by bad news

must make him look the

picture of an underling

hundreds of tiny pink men in white shirts

acting out their passionate little dumb show

the whole slow dry agony of this place would be

cut away from his life like a tumour from his brain

it’s been spreading like a disease for years, for generations

until now, everything you touch is flabby with it

I felt

full of blood

We’re like a litter of suckling pigs waiting for a free tit

oh of course we’re all very well mannered

splayed on the carpet like toads, they were tough and knuckled with bunions, curling ton hide their corneous toenails

she stuffed them quickly into her norwegian slipper socks

Did other men feel distaste at the

sight of their own children?

Oh Jesus God,

to be there with April Wheeler

his main tactical problem

in the initial stage of the campaign

I mean it’s a wonder you could

survive a childhood like that

he atoned for his meekness by

staring critically at her tense, quivering buttocks

And what about me?

How am I supposed to feel?

Listen to me. In the first place you

know goddamn well you love me

tough and female and

adequate as hell

You must give him a pretty bad time if making babies is the only way

he can prove he’s got a pair of balls

throughout this period, he had schooled himself

to be more than ordinarily fond of Milly

he had won.

but he didn’t feel like a winner

he felt himself more than ever a victim of the world’s indifference.

It didn’t seem fair

he had been a professional for twenty years

without quite learning his craft

as he miserably pressed

and mauled her