THE COLORATION ARMY
Oh women in the world, men of a clear distinction,
listen up : 'not knowing what else to do, homemaker
bakes an American-flag cake.' The limits of such humor
get irksome : Joan of Arc, telling the crowd, 'you burn me
up.' Dissecting humor is like dissecting a frog to see what
makes it live - E. B. White put that great distinction that
way. Sensibly wild, and simply right. Why can't everything
be like that, I wonder. This guy, walking his dog, is talking
all along the way about his Crown Victoria, the old police
cruiser he just bought for twenty-six hundred bucks. 'A
classic,' he brags, 'already a classic.' I haven't a clue about
what he's seeing, or where he got that information. But I'm
just too bored to argue back or even answer. His shiny new
old car is staring back, just waiting to see what happens.
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