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Show HUNT'S ADORATION Hunt was stuck. All he could paint were still lifes. Paralytic oranges and avocados. Comatose farm implements in grays. It was the end of winter. "I need to scare myself," Hunt said. "Isn't scaring me most of the time enough?" Leah, his wife, asked. "I mean really dislodge, really have my foundations rattled." Hunt was serious. Spring began. Ice broke up on their New Hampshire lake with neither purpose nor will. New birds came. Hunt stood beside the water watching the bark coming in salmon colored, tinted like flesh, on all the birch trees. What Hunt want to paint was An Adoration. Then one day - an accident -- a folio came to their Star Route, RFD mailbox which promoted a junket. -If the interested party sent upwards of $4500 in advance to The Castaways Casino in Las Vegas, he would be comped for room, food and beverage entirely by the management. And his airline ticket, directly upon his arrival, would be refunded. All he would have to do: is spend four hours minimum a day in table play at The Castaways and bet with units no smaller than twenty-five dollars. If the junketeer won, he had blessings from Summa Corporation. If he lost, he would have had all the excitement of "Play," plus an expense-free, round-trip vacation in The Electric |