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...askew. His third-day shirt has ring-around-the-collar. His thick, wavy clump of dark hair overhangs eyes screwed tight in a lopsided squint, a brow that is permanently furrowed and a leathery puss smudged with unshavable stubble. With stocky shoulders hunched forward at a 45° angle, he looks like an ambulatory cypress stump in baggy brown pants. And the raincoat. The raincoat is an oversized, unhung affair in the last stages of decomposition, scarred and seasoned with the grease of a thousand fingers, its hems frayed and stringy, its pockets attached more by habit than by thread...
...nodded, reflected, took off his spectacles, put hand to chin and studied me a while, knocked out his pipe-ash on the round cork knob within the center of a pewter bowl, looked out the window with a weary sense of aging decency, pressed thumb and finger to his brow in old and practiced sense of sorrowful exhaustion. He said to me this: "Of course it's so of course it's not correct. It isn't right for some of us here to have so much, and others have so little. It isn't right. It isn't necessary...
...when that fails, she invokes the aid of the Deity. "God'll getcha for that," she warns those who cross her. She is a fighter who takes on city hall, featherbedding repairmen and department-store complaint departments. She can deck an adversary with an arch of a single brow as surely as with an adder-tongued retort like last week's explanation of a black eye: "I was jumping rope-without...
...naked and doing a whole bunch of things that would hardly be classified today as family entertainment. When we wanted to sleep, we slept. When we wanted to eat, we ate. When we wanted to...uh...get better acquainted, we got better acquainted. There was no "sweat of the brow" stuff, no "thorns and thistles." And you should have seen the other animals. I mean, talk about disrespect, talk about feeling above the law, talk about permissivism...
...still do." Sam pays a daily visit to his office, sifts through the mail, then strolls down the street greeting friends and neighbors. One afternoon he mowed the lawn in front of his one-story red brick home. Townsfolk passing by called out: "Hi, Senator Sam." Mopping his animated brow, Sam shouted back: "Hi, Harry." "Hi, Miz Huffman...