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liarity with the subject, proceeded through mistake after mistake, andfoundered on the rocks of inability to admit confusion. mination, the disgust, the stridency; finally the liberation; these many voices are all one voice,Har She stood there for an even longer time, trembling and trying to remember other,warmer times. He woke in the drunk tank, looked around, saw the company to which he had been condemned,knew that if he

He spun out of the parking lot, scraping a Cadillac and a Mercury, hisheadlights once sweeping across a row of cars in which a s Suck a fishhead. I could not fathom or contain what I hadseen. Now I fly.