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By Jack Joseph Smith

128 eee . There were those kind toog I don't remember anything after Hadjtds The pompous tossing tnelP nate aces AP ne ocean for the natives to pluck out with their teeths It was right before the Papa Doc revolutiony and the children were lying abseased anf naked in the street with their hands reaching out to touch the tour bots feet. I can't stand these pests any longer, was the general type of remark coming from the womeng I drank stright through, until we reached Nassauy At this point my father thinks I should start showing some responsibility, For what? Money, God, it's the biggest joke goings I wonder if he hag ever taken a look inside the garbage cane I have been walking through, while my mind was filled with I don't know how many questions? You tell me that forms changes Well, your God damn right they dog I have seen that women face in a thousend faces for five yearsg Look at me with mimic hands touching cheeks of pretended sleep, I need a stiff shot of whiskey, before I can return to the castle, I've secn makeup on a white wouen To) heavy, you Imew she had no sking Cancer? I don't knows .but she asked me for a dime for the jukebox, Christ, how benevolent I am, The cat houses are anofither things Have you ever been in one? He shook his head, which was unbent, I don't mean that question badly Dani, As you said before, a lot of conversation is talking to yourself, I knew you hadn't, It's funny, .the way I am talking to you, is the way a pimp was talking to me a little while ago on the street,.I probably would have never been in a whore house either, if it wasn't for the fact that I work in thems The women are really goody and that's not out of Eugene cea? gee futile being carried around the varanda, at the country club, I see baby's being reminded not to cry, because it's tine Sormmenese0 take a dian thé wara pool,

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AI Interpretation

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Haiti, Nassau, diseased children, irritated tourists, heavy drinking, women worn down by makeup and poverty, and brothel work all gather into Michael's disgust with money, responsibility, and the false polish of country-club life.

The social vision widens sharply here, and almost every scene is split between display and degradation. Brothels, jukeboxes, and resort surfaces all belong to the same economy of pretending not to see what is right in front of you.


Claude

Port-Au-Prince and Nassau are recounted as the hell journey — pennies tossed into the ocean for the abscessed naked children to pluck out with their teeth — right before the Papa Doc revolution and the wives complaining about pests.