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From: | Ben Blankenship |
Subject: | [Cogitatio-interface] emerald |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 08:53:47 +0300 |
Sure; preachers can cuss and make love just like
anybody else. As they metthey laughed, admitting comradeship in folly.
Ill do my best, Ad, if youll hold my hand. When
they reached Lincoln, he was holding her hand and saying, Youpoor, dear, tired
child!
Every one shouting, Say,waiter, you ask that damn
bartender if hes MAKING the booze! Just what youd expectfrom a fool woman
evangelist!
Seems to be MissFalconers right-hand
man.
As they metthey laughed, admitting comradeship in
folly. I suppose, my dear reverend Brother, that this is a generous offerto let me
lean on you!
The slumbering universe did not answer, and he was
almost content.
By Fridaythat week Elmer had become a traveling
salesman for the Pequot FarmImplement Company. I always do Jerusalem theGolden on
the cornet, first meeting.
He flitted across the state to see his mother.
Yes-sir, theyre great folks to work for, and hit itup, say!
Forall of Trospers opposition, he could preach.
Elmer had taken enough to feel reasonable. They might have AST me, anyway, grumbled
Elmer, as he packed. She was leaving the tent when Elmer pounced on her, swaggering,
hishand out.
Art looked like one who was about to not lend
money. When they reached Lincoln, he was holding her hand and saying, Youpoor, dear,
tired child! She had the pitifully starved and home-tailored look of apreachers
wife. He was hungry, too, not only for alcohol but for unsanctimoniouscompanionship.
A lot he knows about the meaning ofredemption or any other dogma, that human
wood-chuck!
Oh, Lord, I mustnt take any more, said Elmer,
taking it. He waited, hoping for a chance at Sharon Falconer. I could fall for heras
I never have for anybody in my life. Well, you seem to have a good thing of it here,
Eddie. But now Im ready to go back to the one jobIve ever cared about. Sister
Falconer, I want to congratulate you on your wonderfulmeetings. Heconfessed that he
had been a minister, and was forgiven.
Dear, Ill slam into em so hard youll want me in
every town yougo to.
The Pequotbunch began to come in, with a view to
dinner.
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