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43. NEWSPAPER BICYCLES ASLEEP ON THE FLOOR - THREE POLICEMEN SNOOZING AND A GIRL NAMED LENORE:

Well at least there’s a scene there but you’ve got to pick and choose your audience pretty well and that’s the most important thing and (you know) I really hate the people who sit about reading The New York Post as if it mattered and they scour the columns for any logic or reason but it’s all a mishmash of no glory all guts no learning all gory and fun fashion flim-flam stars and all who cares but hey TO THEM it’s a heavy read but you find it mostly turned upside down and back sheet first for in that world the only important stuff happens at the endings and then they amble out comfortable to construct another awful day and you find it most often in lunch rooms and counters and bus-stops and dorms and for whatever reason that matters (they skewer all norms) no sense can be found nor knowledge yet the once-king long-lost ruler of logic and doubt has taken its certain vacation (to the HINTERLANDS ! so far out!) but nothing like that is ever missed and anyway they've already (kissed) and right now they couldn’t care less but ashtrays and cigarette butts are things of the past too and only memories collate to contradict : five taxis yellow lined up at the curb for the people de-planing from out in the sticks and Colorado Kuala Lumpur was her name (so she said) but I knew as Lenore that girl from the shore and for certain I’d had her and OH so much more she walked with a waltz and she whistled a tune grevious in error and fat as the moon but no one from the unmedicated crowd claimed to know her or want her and they muttered aloud of the singing they’d heard at the edge of some water as the yellow cart flew over marvelous scenes of gravy and glory and songsters sang ripples of Murray and Maury and all the like names and "Pennsylvania Railroad hhhas the bbest tracks I think and I’ve bben to llots of them plenty and I ttook pictures too fffrom Maryland to Maine if you don’t bbelieve just wait and you’ll see" so he said he was a railroad engineer photographer coalman’s mate and he stuttered on trains that ran by steam no more so I could see no sense in anything he said and thanked him profusely for his help instead and I asked him how he ‘got to a non-railroad town as this’ and he said "I’m nnot really sssure I just took my picks aand ended up hhere" AND SOMEHOW SOMEHOW I really understood.