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Show page 232 then, the t r a i n just even with the dimly-lit passenger depot, they both stood in the open doorway of the car and each shouted, "Goodbye, old town! Goodbye, old town!" I like to think they shouted for me, too. I t ' s something I've wanted to shout a l l of my l i f e. But I console myself with t h e i r goodbyes, goodbyes of two past-masters of the American festival of craps. They are part of the country and fools t o boot; Titans both, xvhere Aaron s t i l l speaks to Moses across a patched blanket, saying c - i - x, six, Jimmy Hicks, r o l l dice! Goddamit, Fewky, get yo' gaiters out the way! "Goodbye, old town! Goodbye!" |
