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Falconer 144<br />
So they were naked again or nearly so, waiting in line to get new<br />
DC issue, choosing their places in front of signs that said EXTRA<br />
LARGE, LARGE, MEDIUM and SMALL, having stripped themselves<br />
of their prison grays and tossed these into a bin. The new issue was<br />
a noncommittal green, scarcely, thought Farragut, a verdant green,<br />
scarcely the green of Trinity and the long summer months, but a<br />
shade up from the gray of the living dead. It was only Farragut<br />
who sang a bar of “Greensleeves” and only the Cuckold who<br />
smiled. Considering the solemnity of this change of color,<br />
skepticism and sarcasm would have seemed to them all trifling and<br />
contemptible, for it was for this light-greenness that the men of<br />
Amana had died or had lain, vomiting and naked, for hours in the<br />
mud. That was a fact. After the revolution, discipline was less<br />
rigorous and their mail was not scrutinized, but their labor was<br />
still worth half a package of cigarettes a day and this change of<br />
uniform was the biggest thing to have been accomplished by the<br />
riot at The Wall. None of them would be so stupid as to say “Our<br />
brothers died for this,” and almost none of them were so stupid as<br />
not to guess at the incalculable avarice involved in changing the<br />
dress of the prison population at a universal cost and for the profit<br />
of a handful of men who could spend a longer time snorkeling in<br />
the Lesser Antilles or getting blown on yachts or whatever they<br />
liked. There was a marked solemnity to this change of dress.<br />
The change of dress was part of an atmosphere of amnesty that<br />
had settled over Falconer after the rebellion at The Wall had been<br />
crushed. Marshack had hung up his plants again with the wire that