It just is deteriorating so much more rapidly than I expected
“You’re the last bard,” Ebbie said phonily, his recitation
corrupting like a creek imploding from a battle after you seek it.
was loose, dangling on his shirt, he yanked it off.
He looked up at the advertising placards above
the windows, wanting to turn his thoughts away
Things tuck motion, flicker or sound, an
unheroic tradition – it’s all to be to have been.
In usurpation, advancing by degrees, past and
future create an equality
Hell, he was on the edge of panic. The ritual had
been going on for a week now and it would con-
tinue until the cue was heard no more. In the
meantime, the class would suddenly erupt into a
confusion of waving arms and jogging legs
not the infirm affirmation
a nation on the mat
knees or shoulder blades
there’s no turning over a new leaf
our resounding conundrum
our aches layer
Try as he might, Villa cannot sustain the contempt he customarily
shows gringos. He simply envies even the worst of the Hollywood
nitwits too much: their literacy, their technology, their freedom.
Before the arrival of Thayer and his crew, in fact, Villa has
already taken on an American named Sam Drebben as an inter-
preter and gunner. Drebben (Alan Arkin) is a cynical all-purpose
rebel, the kind of peripatetic fighter who could find an entrée into the proposed revolution
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