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Show 4, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] Dorian Clayton applied himself to take in the great form of the assistant superintendent. The huge head, the sunken eyes, the too-high frowning smile--it was something like having a conversation with a right whale. "So you'd like to teach in Key West?" "As much as I'd like to teach anywhere." "I see. Now you say you taught in Akron. Let's get right to the point--why did you leave?" The burden of proof is on you sir. Can you think of a reason why I should have stayed? "I,ah, I thought I could make a living as a writer--" "You be serious with me. . ." "Well, actually. . "Did you quit, or were you fired?" People wouldn't understand. That a chap might want to hop off the exercise wheel and try to account for the passing time, before a body accomodated its realistically low self-concept with a cancer. "You quit your job?" That Akron neighborhood. If I could just explain, he thought, my anxiety about the Twins. In the strange continuity of education, the heirs, thus in a sense the founders of the city. A wan Appalachian Romulus, a sassy and athletic Remus--the wolfish and well-meaning faces of their guardians. . . |
