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...eating at the Utah Cafe. I noticed a man sitting near me at the counter with no teeth and a beard and a brown suit in which the pocket was filled with ball point pens lined up like cigars and of which the zipper was completely missing and he ate half his grilled cheese sandwich before putting the second half, the chips and the carrot Curl into a brown paper sack and lighting a cigarette a Chesterfield and looking like Ezra Pound who was born not far from here in Hailey, Idaho. His name was Seth Morrison, born in Salt...
...bounces around onstage as a middle-aged New Yorker containing a wastrel screaming to be let out. Mostly he resembles an overweight wrestling coach, or the boy next door who ate too much of too many Sunday dinners. "I come from an old-fashioned Italian family, where we used to sit down for Sunday dinner at 2 and get up at 7." Which explains the 250 lbs. spread over his 5-ft. 10-in. frame. What it does not explain is how a nice, fat Italian boy from The Bronx became an overnight success on Broadway after 22 years...
Once aboard, Darwin proved immensely industrious. He climbed volcanoes and was shaken by earthquakes. He brooded upon such things as the social organization of army ants. He learned that the Fuegians ate their women in a hard winter (instead of their dogs, which could catch otter). Like a great artist, he was half child, half sage. Nothing, from tiny bugs to the giant fossilized Megatherium, was too small or great to stir his delight. He saw not only the kinship of beasts with man but the kinship of man with the beasts...
Across the ravine was another loose cluster of permanent camps-one old farmhouse, a converted chicken coop, shacks, and sod houses, Beyond them was a string of transient campers where we set up camp with another group we met. We made a fire and ate beans, fried rice, bread and tomato soup, and we drank coffee. I walked back across to the springs to bum a smoke. Someone gave me a package of Bugler and papers which I took back to the group...
...four large coffee machines, styrofoam cups, plastic spoons, and so forth, along with a huge box of packaged coffee-cakes. Each package had one yellow roll with sugar frosting smeared against the Saran wrap that held it and a pat of margarine on a blue paper napkin. I ate the frosting off mine with a cup of coffee and sent it and its wrapping to join millions of others under the bleachers...