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Show Anting Alone Page 252 8:30 p.in- end sleep solid until 11:30 a.m. next day, and not even feel dizzy or degraded when he finally was forced to roll over and pee in the saucepan. On a similar level, Sam had acquired the new skill of writing movie reviews. He'd become an indiscriminate moviegoer - (There was absolutely nothing else to do in that army slime-pit) - and the skill of insipid-movie- review-writing had followed quite naturally not far behind. They only brought Clint Eastwood and neo-sci-fi to the two decrepit movie houses of the fort; that's all they needed to pacify the soldiers of the Iron Horse Division, many of them dropouts from the agricultural and veterinary schools of this very university, in fact. So Sam was forced to pay attention to especially bad movies so he could "pen" reviews of them and try to "break into" publication by that route. His movie reviews were filled, not suprisingly, with no small amount of personal projection -: ". . . To go to one of these Star Wars 'epics' is to realize that this country of ours is gearing up for war. The 'romance' has been pared down to a vestigial three minutes between battles. The 'spiritual initiation' of the young hero entails merely his learning to levitate pieces of military hardware. When you walk out of the theater you are almost trampled to death by platoons of young children going, 'Deeoo, deeoo!' as they atomize each other in their inflamed imaginations. . ." Maybe Dr. A. would like to see this review. Sam just happened to have a copy of it on his person. He had remembered to pick the pages out from among the Domino's Pizza boxes under his cot before storming out of the trailer in his blind towering rage this morning. What presence of mind |