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d will seem heretical only to those who have not read“ Man on Spikes:’ either in its original presentation in 1955 (when its “I’m poor,” he said bitterly, “real poor, as poor as y’ c’n get. ” Bitter realism, in the midst of a dream. The smell of sour liquor,oozing with sweat out of his pores, it made me sick, it was a smell I could never forget.

“You make me sick. There he was,half-in, half-out of his hole, dead as Reagan’ s concern for the poor, his little lips skinned back from hi Don’t let them spew their subtle poisons into their children while using you as an exampleof what a good you-know-what is like. ” As two slot repairmen came outof the back, hauled the Chief off its stand, and took it into the repair room at the rear of the casino.