Paul: Created page with "I could descend into the dank, labrynthian darkness of the subway---- and be pushed into a train by the milling, mauling, hurrying crowds --- and be crushed and crammed among them--- uncertainly holding on to a strap --- vainly trying to read the morning paper, while the people coughed in my face and chewed gum in my ear. I wish I could hear the sounds of the trains as they roared through the black caverns-- and be swayed and toppled when they came to a screetching halt..."

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Created page with "I could descend into the dank, labrynthian darkness of the subway---- and be pushed into a train by the milling, mauling, hurrying crowds --- and be crushed and crammed among them--- uncertainly holding on to a strap --- vainly trying to read the morning paper, while the people coughed in my face and chewed gum in my ear. I wish I could hear the sounds of the trains as they roared through the black caverns-- and be swayed and toppled when they came to a screetching halt..."

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I could descend into the dank, labrynthian darkness of the subway---- and be pushed into a train by the milling, mauling, hurrying crowds --- and be crushed and crammed among them--- uncertainly holding on to a strap --- vainly trying to read the morning paper, while the people coughed in my face and chewed gum in my ear. I wish I could hear the sounds of the trains as they roared through the black caverns-- and be swayed and toppled when they came to a screetching halt at a station. I wish I could climb the feebly lighted stairway and come out into the bleak, forbidding asphalt streets of winter. I wish I could walk in the cold shadows of the tall, grey buildings, jostled by the heedless passers-by, my collar turned up against the slanting sheets of wind-driven rain and snow. I wish I could walk in the grey and friendless places -- beneath the steel bridges and down to the foggy harbors of the river.

And as I spoke thus, my voice kept rising until it reached a great frenzy that burst upon the silent hills and echoed with dull, thudding sounds like thunder in the air. And as I said them, I turned around to breathe those words of fire into the eyes of him who whispered me his question. But no one was there. From no mouth did those words come -- nor from any living form. And the only sounds were the sounds of the wind stirring among the leaves. But now the winds were full of sighs and pitying-- and words came out of it again-- and the words were ---- Vain you are--- and foolish. You are not more of a man than the rest of men. You do not know what good is--- or what it is you really want. You can never be satisfied. You will never know happiness. You are doomed. Then, all was silence once again.

By now the sun had sunk beyond view and the day was lowering rapidly. With a heavy feeling within me, I trudged over to my jeep-- and rolled slowly down the hills to go about my business.

excuse, please --- there's a cowboy picture up the road apiece--- and I'm off in a cloud of dust. by the way-- the suspicions of impending travels grow thicker very day--- but so far nothing is definite. I'll let you know as soon as I can

more soon

Mervyn

Say – I just got a package of chocolate bars – did you send them - – as they say here – "good on you, yank"

M.

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