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...felt angry and isolated--from the class, because, despite my sympathy with the men, I couldn't stomach the bitter mistrust and racism; and from "liberal" (really "corporate") Harvard where I'd never felt at home. As I left St. Mary's one night, a police siren warbled and the ground beneath me seemed to swim. Is there no peace...
...continue our conversation in Polish or Lithuanian. The general manager intends to lock this lunatic up, or give him the ax: he sends the usher to find an ax. The lunatic asks if this place is chauvinistic, which sounds like a reasonable question to me. But an approaching police siren shoos him off without an answer. I must be staring at the frenzied general manager a little too suspiciously, because he chatters, "He's the insane one, yes dear, he's insane. You should see all the damage he's done inside. This is certifiable...
Given a slim, trim young body, that is. In tight-fitting overalls, large-beamed ladies often ludicrously resemble Al Capp's pearish Shmoo-or Winston Churchill in his wartime siren suit. But retailers are working with manufacturers to bring out jumps for the well-upholstered...
First he explains the mania that provoked him. Like such disparate figures as Molly Bloom and Richard Nixon, Theroux says he has always been lured by the siren song of a train whistle: "I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it." Thus his trip represented a once-in-a-lifetime act of massive self-indulgence, plus the chance to experience firsthand "the trains with the bewitching names: the Orient Express, the North Star, the Trans-Siberian." As an added bonus, the trips threw him together with several novels' worth of offbeat characters...
...typical tear. "Get this crate rolling," he ordered. Chauffeur Howard Risner nosed the sleek black Cadillac into the moving traffic and headed toward Chicago's O'Hare Airport. "Shoot the works," said Finley. Risner hit a button, and downtown Chicago echoed to the Caddie's musical horn. "Now the siren," demanded Finley. A muted wail sent other cars skittering for the curb. Finley switched on a loudspeaker hidden beneath the hood and began broadcasting a stream of chatter to startled pedestrians. "Hey, Howard!" he exulted. "Now we're really going. Hit that horn again...