He shouted sharply, "Number off, " and
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they obeyed, "...twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. " They knew he knew without counting. This was just a line in his
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he couldn"t sacrifice. He said, "Your
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then is three. We are quite
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as to which three. You can choose for yourselves. The funeral
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will begin at seven tomorrow morning. "
First I spent five years in an
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profession (the Indian Imperial Police, in Burma), and then I
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poverty and the sense of failure. This increased my natural
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of authority and made me for the first time fully
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of the existence of the working classes, and the job in Burma had given me some understanding of the nature of imperialism; but these experiences were not enough to give me an
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political orientation.
Mrs. Bertha Flowers was the aristocrat of Black Stamps. She had the
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of control to appear warm in the coldest weather, and on the Arkansas summer days it seemed she had a
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breeze which swirled around, cooling her.
Her skin was a
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black that would have peeled like a plum if
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, but then no one would have thought of getting close enough to Mrs. Flowers to ruffle her dress, let alone snag her skin. She didn"t encourage
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.
One of the greatest and most justified criticisms of television has been that in
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to the largest audience possible, it neglects minority audiences and minority tastes. This is still
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true. But there is, perhaps, one program a day and many, of course, on Sunday which an intelligent man or woman can enjoy and
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interest from. In my trips east or west or north or south, I pick up the
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paper to find this enjoyment or interest
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vain.
And if we apply to other attributes the criteria we would not want bright children any more; we"d
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want them to look bright-and get
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school fast. We wouldn"t be interested in beautiful women
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a good paint job. And we"d be opposed to the most
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quality of man: his individuality, his
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from the mob.