THE MIGHTY MARINONI
He was a wan and useless gentleman, sitting
in cars with his telescope in focus, gazing at
the Heavens and any other locus. It never mattered
to him at all whether a moon was out or the stars
would fall. He'd probably want an autograph.
Serene and myopic, the self-determined act
of a circle closing remained his most
bracing achievement. 'Were I to return
once more to Tel Aviv, they'd probably
throw me a parade.' All vanity should
be so simple. All such fame
should be so self-made.
He was a wan and useless gentleman, sitting
in cars with his telescope in focus, gazing at
the Heavens and any other locus. It never mattered
to him at all whether a moon was out or the stars
would fall. He'd probably want an autograph.
Serene and myopic, the self-determined act
of a circle closing remained his most
bracing achievement. 'Were I to return
once more to Tel Aviv, they'd probably
throw me a parade.' All vanity should
be so simple. All such fame
should be so self-made.
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