THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA?
When I got there, they had taken it down - replaced
by a string of noodle shops named Cheng Dzhou's, all
doing the very same thing, one after the other. Like a raft
of French philosophers, theorizing about the tinkerers, so
much nothing got done. We walked it ten abreast, though
there was really nothing there, and it only fit six. No moment
for Dick Brautigan was any of this. I herded the Chinese
numerals into a headshot of a major idea : selling Tinkertoy
sets of grand major domos and their captains at will.
Everyone nodded, and the Chinese dudes all cheered.
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