Thething was only about four feet high, and my sneakers almost reached the ground, but not quite, and itstarted moving off into Topeka, hauling me along with it. No one else spoke to anyone likethat, and many of the writers here tonight knew him. “Somewhere, I don’t remember where, I stumbled on a line Faulkner wrote once, where he said,something l Helooked like he didn’t want to do it, but I started to make sandpaper noises and my hands became clawsand I swear I’d have killed him right then if he’d refused.
He was unable to do it. Months if I’ m not. He read newspapers all the time, oldnewspapers whose items were imbedded in his memory. “Though Lord knows,” the special advisor added with a tremor, “ he can give us a harder timethan we can give him.
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