he seemed to grope for a word again. THE ESSENTIAL ELLISON 201 search when Phipps, the meek little botanist, sawsomething big and yellow stirring in the bushes ahead. “Well what about him?” “Who?” “Him, him, you stupid bitch! Him right there! HIM!” “Y’ know, I think you’re outta your mind, Sid.
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