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By Jack Joseph Smith

"What about the men on the boats; do they laugh at the old men?" she asked of him. She is asking me if I have ever seen a group of men laughing at death, he thought. "I don't know," he replied. She said, "I knew anybody would laugh at you the way you run around with your brown paper bag act- ing crazy." He said, "I knew that when I went on tours with my uncles; the men wanted us out of there." He stopped and smiled. "But nobody in this world gives a damn about my new costume and my new brief- case." The corner of his mouth flipping up. "How about your rich uncles?" she asked in a high trimmed way. "Your a smart girl," he replied; this time slanting his mouth and his right eye quite up to temple. "In any event my uncles have finally lost complete sight of me, and it took some work." "Your very industrious," she remarked. He shook his head, and rolled his eyes up to the night sky. "You know," she continued, after one of her slight fingered pauses; "you look as though you were in the

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GPT

The exchange returns from social criticism to intimate teasing, showing how quickly the page can move from labour and death back into flirtation and costume.

The woman's jokes pull Animal down from his abstractions and into immediate human judgment. He is at once comic, self-invented, and vulnerable, and the banter makes clear that his gestures of freedom are also a performance other people can see through.

Claude

She presses the political question back into the personal: 'do they laugh at the old men?' - which he hears as 'asking me if I have ever seen a group of men laughing at death.' Then she teases his self-invention: 'anybody would laugh at you the way you run around with your brown paper bag acting crazy,' and he counters that 'nobody in this world gives a damn about my new costume and my new briefcase.' Pressed about 'your rich uncles,' he admits 'my uncles have finally lost complete sight of me, and it took some work'; she calls him 'industrious' as he 'rolled his eyes up to the night sky.' Source spelling 'Your' for 'You're' is preserved. The page swings from class indictment into costume-comedy without dropping either thread.