As last hopes go, fairly crude, he’s and what if he were interviewed, or called to court? Would he be credible? glad that home and cheerful, She’s Stanley’s but trust this earnest earful. doesn’t [351] 6/9 scrub up he volunteers. “I well,” shave, and borrow “I’ll Stanley’s tie.” say he lives here, has for “We’ll years,” says Stanley. never “It’ll fly,” Jo says. sure very nice, “I’m you’re and believe you in a trice, I’d but even if you wore a tux, think paid you twenty bucks—” they’d we’d indignant. a scandal! Arthur’s “That’s I saw him fall. My vision’s fine, and that should be the bottom line, whether vigneron or I’m vandal.” She says, know what you saw, “I that’s but would you recognise him?” “Sure.” [352] 7/9 They take their convoy to the dockside and wait for Art to find his mark. It hard. blond—peroxide— isn’t He’s with tattoos like a blue Rorschach. He blisters underneath their grill. everybody takes a spill “Sure, now and he says. lost again,” “I some wind, and had to go defrost, but in five minutes I was sorted, and wharfies are a smart-arsed lot, and embarrassing, and not it’s the kind of thing you want reported. You came in after me, did you? Well, thanks, but no-one asked you to.” [353] 8/9 Like Bremen’s wandering musicians, expanding band proceeds Stanley’s with each one of its late additions to see the foreman. Norman needs to hear their stories only once: he says. “All right,” “The waterfront’s no place for perfidy or fraud. We want to have you back on board, find a job that you can do, we’ll give you a salary, a bonus; been a hero, and the onus you’ve
As last hopes go, he’s fairly crude, and what if he were interviewed, or called to court? Would he be credible? She’s glad that Stanley’s home and cheerful, but doesn’t trust this earnest earful. [351] 6/9 “I scrub up well,” he volunteers. “I’ll shave, and borrow Stanley’s tie.” “We’ll say he lives here, has for years,” says Stanley. “It’ll never fly,” Jo says. “I’m sure you’re very nice, and I’d believe you in a trice, but even if you wore a tux, they’d think we’d paid you twenty bucks—” Arthur’s indignant. “That’s a scandal! I saw him fall. My vision’s fine, and that should be the bottom line, whether I’m vigneron or vandal.” She says, “I know that’s what you saw, but would you recognise him?” “Sure.” [352] 7/9 They take their convoy to the dockside and wait for Art to find his mark. It isn’t hard. He’s blond—peroxide— with tattoos like a blue Rorschach. He blisters underneath their grill. “Sure, everybody takes a spill now and again,” he says. “I lost some wind, and had to go defrost, but in five minutes I was sorted, and wharfies are a smart-arsed lot, and it’s embarrassing, and not the kind of thing you want reported. You came in after me, did you? Well, thanks, but no-one asked you to.” [353] 8/9 Like Bremen’s wandering musicians, Stanley’s expanding band proceeds with each one of its late additions to see the foreman. Norman needs to hear their stories only once: “All right,” he says. “The waterfront’s no place for perfidy or fraud. We want to have you back on board, we’ll find a job that you can do, give you a salary, a bonus; you’ve been a hero, and the onus
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