You think I like being thirteen all the time? Not me! But for cri-yi, Jim, face it, you don’t really want to be twenty!” “What else we talked about all summer?” “Talk, sure. But throwing yourself head first in that taffy machine and getting your bones pulled long, Jim, you wouldn’t know what to do with your bones then!” “I’d know,” said Jim, in the night. “I’d know.”
War allegory?
