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her Franklins and Jim Farleys & the like | |||
"They talk like avenging angels," Polly commented | "They talk like avenging angels," Polly commented | ||
as she dished out salmon salad onto paper | as she dished out salmon salad onto paper | ||
plates," but I can't see that they are any different | plates," but I can't see that they are any different | ||
from any other politicians - same personal ambitions | from any other politicians - same personal ambitions | ||
to be served, same apple - | to be served, same apple-polishing, [[^same]] collusion | ||
and all the rest of the armamentarium of power | and all the rest of the armamentarium of power | ||
politics." | politics." | ||
"Oh no, Polly, it isn't as bad as all that. | "Oh no, Polly, it isn't as bad as all that. | ||
It's just that if we weren't a little shrewd, shall | It's just that if we weren't a little shrewd, shall | ||
we say, we wouldn't stay in power and therefore | we say, we wouldn't stay in power and therefore | ||
couldn't do any good." | couldn't do any good."* | ||
"Well, you don't fool us . B.Z, here's your | "Well, you don't fool us. B.Z, here's your | ||
coffee - I'll put it here beside the log where you | coffee - I'll put it here beside the log where you | ||
can reach it." Later, B.Z sang to us, old | can reach it." Later, B.Z sang[[crossed out: songs]] to us, old | ||
French or German songs, as the sun went down | French or German songs, as the sun went down | ||
behind | behind Islesboro and the Camden Hills. | ||
Whenever I have come across songbooks on | Whenever I have come across songbooks on | ||
some neglected shelf | some neglected shelf, I have leafed through them | ||
hoping to find again the songs which | hoping to find again the songs which were so | ||
beautiful in B.Z's contralto, as the glow faded | beautiful in B.Z's contralto, as the glow faded | ||
from the sky and from the cold waters of | from the sky and [[^from]] the cold waters of Penobscot Bay | ||
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her Franklins and Jim Farleys & the like
"They talk like avenging angels," Polly commented
as she dished out salmon salad onto paper plates," but I can't see that they are any different from any other politicians - same personal ambitions to be served, same apple-polishing, ^same collusion and all the rest of the armamentarium of power politics."
"Oh no, Polly, it isn't as bad as all that.
It's just that if we weren't a little shrewd, shall we say, we wouldn't stay in power and therefore couldn't do any good."*
"Well, you don't fool us. B.Z, here's your
coffee - I'll put it here beside the log where you can reach it." Later, B.Z sangcrossed out: songs to us, old French or German songs, as the sun went down behind Islesboro and the Camden Hills.
Whenever I have come across songbooks on
some neglected shelf, I have leafed through them hoping to find again the songs which were so beautiful in B.Z's contralto, as the glow faded from the sky and ^from the cold waters of Penobscot Bay