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Show 6, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] There were now birds, with their faint psi-shapes, retreating across the sky. And, the tempo of a bird-he turned his tired eyes at the silhouette as she'd trained him, looking hard like an air warden--there was the profile of a pigeon beating his course resolute to the east. . . Make believe you're brave, and the wish will take you far. Forty feet under him, fixed opposite and parallel, the cold Gulf twin. He'd float north to the icecap, and the puffins would mourn him. Or he'd yaw up along the coast, and wash ashore on the great white beaches of Lauderdale. Where the Boys Are: he'd talked to a class about the effect that movie had had on a young theater audience on a winter's night in '62, and Paula Prentiss, a student had said, and Connie Francis, those chicks have got to be getting close to middle age. Alack! he complained. The great tragedian at sea. . . Certainly, class, the expression 'the cruel sea' is a fine example of what we call the pathetic fallacy, nevertheless, 'placeless' seems applicable, he surveyed his setting, the agoraphobia is setting in, I'm being swamped, going deaf in the waves. . . At this point, in a quiet pool among the swells, lived a kelpie who wished to drown him; Dory struggled and moved on. |