Wednesday, November 24th, 2010

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1:32p	@@@@@He understood many things, remembered sad @@@@@He understood many things, remembered sad incidents, ugly incidents, out of the years he had knocked around, recalled a drunk who had been robbed on the steps leading up to Bowery Park near Brooklyn BridgeIt was a type of understanding which could have come to him only at this moment, culled from all his experience, the enforced restlessness of two weeks on shipboard, and the mood of this night as they moved toward the invasion beaches But the compassion lasted for only a few minutesHe understood it all, knew he could do nothing about it any longer, and was not even temptedWhat was the use? He sighed and the acuteness of his mood slipped out with his breathThere were some things you could never fixA man had to get out by himself or he became like Hennessey, worrying over every gimcrack in his life He wanted none of itHe'd do no man harm if he could help it, and he'd take no crapHe never had, he told himself proudly For a long time he remained staring at the waterHe had never found anythingAll he knew was what he didn't likeHe snorted, listening to the wind cling to the shipAll through his body he had the sense of every second sliding past, racing toward the approaching morningThis was the last time he would be alone for months, and he savored the sensationHe had always been a loner There wasn't anything he wanted, he told himself againNot a buck, not a woman, not a oneJust let there be Two-bit Annie around the corner when he felt like companyThere wasn't anybody else would have him anywayHe grinned and gripped the rail, feeling the wind lap against his face, inhaling the swollen vegetal smells it carried from the island across the water "I don't care what you say," Sergeant Brown told Stanley, "you can't trust any of them They were talking to each other in low voices from their adjoining bunksStanley had been careful to pick them together when they first came on boa (Comment on this)

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