Jul

14

A wigwamThe bonds auctions reminds one of the passage from Superfluous Man:

"I was at the wigwam. And a poor sinner was singing marching through Georgia. He could never get past the first stanza without lapsing into somnolence. His idea of political duty was the finest I have seen before or after".

They go up with such impunity before the auction. Then lapse into somnolence. "It was a bad auction… wait. There's buying. Hold all tickets".


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