hemming the city, and the gilding’s vanished from wrought-iron and dull bronze. This winter cold and bleak, city’s shrouded in more mist than mystique; facades come falling fast, and swans, caught in the year’s relentless flux, reveal themselves as ugly ducks. [148] 16/2 In this cold city, shoulders turn and everybody begs for change and office-workers stand and yearn through tinted high-rise windows. Strange, inconstant, schizophrenic town— content to let your children drown in loneliness, then celebrate the perfect love of mate for mate! Now chill winds buffet through the streets, and Stanley, hat in hand, explores a labyrinth of closing doors, a path that circles and repeats while Jo looks on, convinced all they’re beating their heads against a wall. [149] 17/2 Now head is also hurting Arthur’s as he endeavours to undo the and disconcerting ranger’s strange departure—or at least review the reasons for his change of heart. knowledgeable, keen, and “You’re smart,” the ranger says. love to hire you. “I’d But the State, and we require you we’re to have at least a bank account. We turn a blind eye to your staying, but if it looked like we were playing along with this—it’s tantamount to taking on a welfare role. really out of our It’s control.” [150] 18/2 The ranger now refers to taxes, the impact of the GST, theories of social prophylaxis and models of philanthropy. Art finds this talk at first frustrating then gradually infuriating, distracting from the bottom line, filling the air with asinine, ever more tenuous excuses.
hemming the city, and the gilding’s vanished from wrought-iron and dull bronze. This winter city’s cold and bleak, shrouded in more mist than mystique; facades come falling fast, and swans, caught in the year’s relentless flux, reveal themselves as ugly ducks. [148] 16/2 In this cold city, shoulders turn and everybody begs for change and office-workers stand and yearn through tinted high-rise windows. Strange, inconstant, schizophrenic town— content to let your children drown in loneliness, then celebrate the perfect love of mate for mate! Now chill winds buffet through the streets, and Stanley, hat in hand, explores a labyrinth of closing doors, a path that circles and repeats while Jo looks on, convinced they’re all beating their heads against a wall. [149] 17/2 Now Arthur’s head is also hurting as he endeavours to undo the ranger’s strange and disconcerting departure—or at least review the reasons for his change of heart. “You’re knowledgeable, keen, and smart,” the ranger says. “I’d love to hire you. But we’re the State, and we require you to have at least a bank account. We turn a blind eye to your staying, but if it looked like we were playing along with this—it’s tantamount to taking on a welfare role. It’s really out of our control.” [150] 18/2 The ranger now refers to taxes, the impact of the GST, theories of social prophylaxis and models of philanthropy. Art finds this talk at first frustrating then gradually infuriating, distracting from the bottom line, filling the air with asinine, ever more tenuous excuses.
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