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By Jack Joseph Smith

Chapter VIII I saw Daniel as I walked through the door. The lights were dim and the jukebox was playing a record I had ordered a week before. Porkey, don't let him take me, don't let him handle me with his hot hands. What was Daniel doing here? It was like I hadn't seen him sence I went to Thorn Hill. Sure we had passed each other in the halls of Mount Lebanon highschool, but we wern't friends any longer. I mean we hadn't talked to each other for five years. I had never seen him on the Hill before. University kids came here now. That's what he was doing. Making the scene. No, that's not true Michael. Daniel was a revolutionary. That's how I remembered him. But still an Aristocratic. I hated those bastards. Our childhood was so vibrant. Yes it was innocent. But our innocence had a force behind it, moving us with an eternal direction. But where? Why had we remained so apart? In a way I loved him. He was so beautiful, with his fine skin and lines. His movements were clean. Even seated, he seemed like he was passing on and on. Above in his thought, yet unprotected and unprotective. No one there was mistreating him, and his aloofness was not that of a blind mind hiding beneath the clobter of the past. I had heard he was going to some fine Eastern University. Esotaric is the word; it makes me want to vomit. What is he doing here? No one else is. God, they wanted me to stay at Valley Forge, with all the fine brass men. Mount Lebanon and the sweet flower of my Saint Bernards days. She called to me so strongly in her letters, but when I came home, we went away from each other. I know. I wasn't ready for the beauty too. I still think of those times so sweet. They are the same now, but so bitter. If she asked me now, Have I ever been all the way, I really wouldn't know what to say. It was a long time ago, when I decided not to be a football hero. Daniel must understand this. He's tall. I can see it in his leanings. I would like to turn him and kiss his forehead. Let us cry in the black light, amongest faces of the same. They wouldn't even notice. Yes they would, but

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Chapter VIII opens with Michael seeing Daniel in a dim jukebox bar after years of estrangement, stirring memories of childhood innocence, class resentment, beauty, and unresolved longing.

Daniel appears as both old intimacy and social distance. Michael's memory turns him into a figure of lost childhood force and fragile beauty, which makes the encounter feel charged before the two speak.

Claude

Chapter VIII opens with Daniel seen across a dim bar where his own ordered record is playing, 'Porkey, don't let him take me.' The reunion is charged before a word is spoken: five years of silence after passing 'in the halls of Mount Lebanon highschool,' a friendship Michael both idealizes and resents. Daniel was 'a revolutionary' but 'still an Aristocratic,' bound for 'some fine Eastern University' - 'Esotaric is the word; it makes me want to vomit.' Yet the old tenderness leaks through: 'In a way I loved him. He was so beautiful... I would like to turn him and kiss his forehead,' the lost football-hero girl returning as a parallel ache.