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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 87 He could hear her outside, now, laying on the horn. "My country tis of thee," he began nervously, "purple mountains' majesties, pilgrims' pride, and the rockets' red glare--" Dory winced as the eunuch, like a chaplain took his hand and explained, "My friend, if in fact it is your appointed hour. . .?" "No, Peri - that's just your fatalism, and hey, do you guys ever listen to the words? Maybe it is time for a new national anthem, Marty Robbins singing "El Paso" gets my vote, this song is close to the national ambience; see the cowboy's riding all hell-for-leather for Dolita or Tillena or Dull Leena, this Mexican girl, knowing full well that the boys are going to plug him; it seems to preclude any performance anxieties; they play this song all the time: one lee-tie kiss and Dolita goodbye. . . "You'll stop that nonsense," the wazir commanded, "and pray for your deliverance!" "Very well," he stalled, "great councillor, I heed your advice." And he began to bray loudly and sarcastically Take these dirty rats from the oilman And put 'em in the trashcan Djinn of the West Do what you do best!" "Djinn of the West?" they puzzled. "Come to the window," Dory whispered softly, ". . .and behold." |
