Michael Malone - Weebly

Had the two-man staff of the Dingley Day been
told that in their very front yard Operation Archangel
had, in the name of national security, come, killed, and
vanished without a trace, while all Dingley Falls sat
inside staring at Limus Barnum's face on their television
screens, A.A. Hayes would have called the news
"ironic," and Coleman Sniffell would have called it
"typical." But suppose even that such news had filtered
into town from elsewhere; suppose even that they had
heard proof of viralogical testing in some other town in
Connecticut, reports of fatalities from mysterious
infectious disease. The local scandal of the Haigs and
Limus Barnum still would have loomed more luridly for
Dingleyans. Suppose even that an ambitious scandal
tracker from a national syndicate, or a bounty man from
a national network, uncovered the facts; that someone
with the valor of Theseus and Daedalean brains
slithered through the meandrous maze, seized the
monster, slew it, held up its squirmy hydra heads, and
cried, "Look! Evil!" Yes, the hounds of the press would
have come on a run, and at first, everyone, outraged,
would have shaken his fists at the government or shaken