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Show Anting Alone Page 233 on outside on the street. He went outside now. To see what was going on out there. He fell in with a bunch of other guys going in another direction. Spikey didn't want to hear or think about the girl-screams that echoed up from the foreigner church's basement. The guys were swaggering out front of a car that was trying either to escape town or get in. The town was so teensy you couldn't tell which, just like Kiev, except in Kiev you sort of knew where everybody was headed because you knew everybody. They pulled a old foreigner out of the car and commenced interrogating him. The political theory guy came out of the church after Spikey, running, screaming. It seemed like he knew this old foreigner already. He screamed, "Look at his hands! Hold them up to the sunshine for all to see! They're soft, look! He is no farmer! Look at the books in his back seat! Look at the university sticker on his bumper! He must be a stranger, an outside agitator!" The political theory guy pulled a box full of little books, sort of like fat pamphlets, out of the back seat. They were literature-type books without pictures, like in English class, Spikey's worst subject. "He's here to distribute this liberal perditious literature!" screamed the political theory guy. "Detain him, Hostages!" Spikey said, "Hadn't we oughtn'ta be messin round with a faculty guy?" Spikey was remembering all the whippings he got in school, as far as he got in school. "Trotsky and all those monsters were professors," said the political |
