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Show 3, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] and Miss Raymer had agreed that a number of people did seem to want to go about town visually memorializing old Ernest. She told Dory he could tone down the part about the drinking and the flyblown little ghettos, however, when that part runs into the noisy greyhounds in the noon heat, it contrasted nicely with a great fish leaping out beyond the charter boats, grinning "Not me! Not today!" In the late afternoons the schoolteachers would get into the volleyball game at the east beach. And mornings he'd see the little Conch kids, Cubans and whites go off to their schools. He was beginning to feel idle. People were making a living teaching school on this bright island, far from the maw of winter. That line from the Archbishop of Canterbury to Richard Rich, in A Man for All Seasons, began to run through his head, and each time it seemed less an appeal to mediocrity: Be a teacher. The principal at Archer Jr. High was on the phone downtown, "Yeah this guy's been hanging around the building, seems to be a pleasant Irish cop sort of a fellow, could be useful at supervising a study hall, maybe do a little coaching. Aww-right," he turned to Mr. Dorian Clayton, "he says for you to come down to the administration building." |