Michael Malone - Weebly

whose impulses were diffused into the ordinariness of
normal compromise.
Just as a nuclear bomb has an advantage over
dynamite. Just as his wife, shut in inviolate darkness
with the blind concentration of a migraine headache,
had an advantage over him, with his simple hangovers
that aspirin could cure. Just as Maynard Henry, the man
whose story he had heard and now thought he would
add to his collection, the man who had shoved
someone's car off a cliff for daring to abduct his wife,
had that advantage of absoluteness over Winslow
Abernathy, who, when his wife was stolen, had allowed
himself only a drink at the Prim Minster. The mad get
away with murder.
Hayes's office door slammed. Well, at least it
wasn't Limus Barnum.
"Got a match, A.A.?" bellowed Otto Scaper. "Why
don't you fix that damn window, hey? The weather
keeps warm, this place will be crawling with bugs."
"I want that hole there so you can blow your
stinking cigar smoke into it. What have you been up to?
Haven't seen you around for a while. Coming over to