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your toilet?"
"Shit. Are you going to throw up?"
"No. Of course not."
"'Cause do it out here on the grass. Okay, okay, it's
straight back, down the hall on the left. For God's sake,
don't do it on the rug.
She'll kill me."
When Smalter returned to the porch, the editor was
smoking two cigarettes, one in his mouth, one in his
hand. He was already talking and, from all Smalter
could judge, may never have stopped.
"Imperfectibility is un-American, so's unhappiness."
Hayes burped.
"We won't admit we're flawed, or handicapped, we
won't even be inconvenienced! Old age is un-American.
Poor refuse to be poor; minorities insist on the rights of
majorities. Cripples protest a lot of steps."
"I don't much like a lot of steps myself," threw in
Smalter, easing himself up into a porch rocker. "I gather
you're saying the former president is not tragic because
he doesn't sense that he was wrong.
And this is a national trait."