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So, one by one, the cottages which used to reek of bathtub gin and reverberate with the poetry of Hart Crane have fallen to the occupying army of Coke-drinking television watchers.
The other sign—those sinister black silhouettes on a yellow ground—said CHILDREN AT PLAY.
From his heart, he thanks these young animals for their beauty. And they will never know what they have done to make this moment marvelous to him, and life itself less hateful.…
he’s what’s nowadays called crazy, meaning only that he tends to do the opposite of what most people do;
Isn’t it some tiny satisfaction to be of use, instead of helping to turn out useless consumer goods?
