The sonorous gloating in the sound was unbearable.
YetRichards face was hard and clear and sea-bitter as one of the wornshells he had
brought.
But morethan the basic wage also he shall not
have.
His voice sank in itshuskiness to a low
resonance.
There was nothing to forgive, said Richard, his
face grave and still.
The voicewas weak now, and took queer, high notes.
He was distressed, but it made him feel more remote.
You have a genuine understanding with
yourneighbours down the street. Suddenly Jack rose and looked at his face in the
mirror.
Come again, he whispered, closing his eyes once
more.
If a man works, he shall not have less than the
basic wage, be heeven a lying lawyer.
They couldnt hold asucking pig in their hands,
unless somebody hung on to its tail forthem.
Nay, Jack was a killer in the name
ofLove.
If a man works, he shall not have less than the
basic wage, be heeven a lying lawyer. Kangaroo opened his eyes with a smile that
wasdark as death. It was a strange sound,heavy, hypnotic, trance-like. Yet he wanted
to go back into the town, into the melee. He fled away to be by himself as much as
he could.
Call it a curse, call it a blessing, call it what
you like.
But it was usually in theafternoons he went down to
it.