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By Jack Joseph Smith

morning I run my heart into that sun, but each night I don't have to remember that, because both things are me and I know they will happen, because I have tried to do something else and it never worked. Night and day, wine and sun. The dream under wine is enough, and the heart under the sun is enough." "I was joking about being an artist Animal. I am a coffie drinker." "Yes but Jaqueline and I need some wine," and he smiled dead serious. "But Animal; it is still the afternoon, and anyway today the beach is the birthplace of Jesus. And she is young Frenchlady Maria, who could actually be Jewish." He laughed. "Up then. Let's go to the store and buy wine for us and Maria. There is "Georges Albert!" at the market. And for dollar," he said with a Spanish accent. Coming back from the market Armenian Al spoke to Jaqueline, as Animal walked with them, listening but also looking around. Saying hello to the children. Acknowledging; receiving. Armenian Al just above a whisper. "When you think of raising hell. You should see what this girl has done to the faces of the tourests from the valley. Not to many from France, but they would leave a tip if they could." Smiling; always smiling. "But she raises the lid of the furnace with strong gloves fit for light wear. I mean they (some people) have been point- ing and telling their children to stay away; and I don't think

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The page ties Animal's day-and-night creed to Maria's beach spectacle, as Armenian Al frames her as someone who exposes the valley tourists to a heat they cannot comfortably read.

This is a strong convergence page. Animal's running-and-wine philosophy, Al's smiling commentary, and Maria's effect on the public all point toward the same idea: intensity becomes legible only when it scorches the people who came expecting a safer spectacle.

Claude

Animal lays out his creed - 'Night and day, wine and sun. The dream under wine is enough, and the heart under the sun is enough' - then they buy 'Georges Albert!' wine for themselves and Maria, since 'today the beach is the birthplace of Jesus.' Walking back, Al describes in a whisper what Maria 'has done to the faces of the tourests from the valley,' how 'she raises the lid of the furnace with strong gloves' while people point their children away. This reading remains provisional because several handwritten replacements on the page are unresolved.