viii.
Turning a corner against some cushioned red walls, the Hardys found a hundred urinals leading to the stairwell. Frank asked Joe about football practice. And the urinals began to sing: “O there are tides and winds and seasons you do not understand, useless maps and darkened lanterns you are holding in your hands. I do not see a man of your father’s height or width. Go home to the girls you seem so happy to set foot in motorboats with.”
2 comments:
What a splendid image... of urinals serenading the Hardys' with the transcendent knowledge of a greek chorus.
Thanks Anonymous,
It was all a dream. Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion. Grandfather clocks and shooting and bears will come.
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