“And they are clapping, the carpet floor slamming under the shoes and the Senators grinning hideously over their canted lecterns. Towering over them all is the Booker and he is speaking, his elocution lively and quick and now in doubletime and bowing to the ladies, huge and hairless, like an enormous infant. He never sleeps, he says. He says he’ll never die. He bows to the Senators and sashays backwards and throws back his head and laughs deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, the Booker. He waves his arms and the lunar dome of his skull passes darkly under the lamps and he swings about and takes possession of one of the note cards and he pirouettes and makes a pass, two passes, moving and speaking at once. His tongue is light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He speaks in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the Booker. He is speaking, speaking. He says that he will never die.”
George Hamilton
“And they are clapping, the carpet floor slamming under the shoes and the Senators grinning hideously over their canted lecterns. Towering over them all is the Booker and he is speaking, his elocution lively and quick and now in doubletime and bowing to the ladies, huge and hairless, like an enormous infant. He never sleeps, he says. He says he’ll never die. He bows to the Senators and sashays backwards and throws back his head and laughs deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, the Booker. He waves his arms and the lunar dome of his skull passes darkly under the lamps and he swings about and takes possession of one of the note cards and he pirouettes and makes a pass, two passes, moving and speaking at once. His tongue is light and nimble. He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He speaks in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the Booker. He is speaking, speaking. He says that he will never die.”
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