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“Oh, you and your stupid disillusionments. Get with the program.”
“Ah, the stupes don’t know up from down, their ass from a hole in the ground.”
“Well, they try.”
“I’ve tried too much for them. I’m tired of them. I want to be free. Frankly if my writing introduced a new order or required some elite class then so what, that’s not my concern. I do an honest days work in front of the project what else matters?”
“It’s perplexing to me that someone who watched Howdy Doody, Jet Jackson, Davy Crocket, The Hardy Boys, Sky King, My Friend Flicka, Leave it to Beaver, Our Miss Brooks, The Lone Ranger, The Rifleman, Combat!, Daniel Boone, Swamp Fox, McHale’s Navy, Maverick, Sugarfoot, Have Gun Will Travel, Flipper, Sea Hunt, Route 66, Hawaiian Eye, Sunset Strip, Twilight Zone, Whirlybirds, Checkmate, Amos and Andy, Roy Rodgers, along with all the sports and news while growing up could have such European ideas.”
“It always impressed me that something written, made, or thought two thousand or more years ago could be vastly superior to what is written, made, or thought today. I suppose that hooked me into something.”
“Well, live in the past, get buried by the past.”
“Oh, those old shows still float in there with magic to them. Was it a gift or a burden?”
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