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"
A
few
men
like
us
against
all
the
commercial
interests
.
"
Spender
looked
at
the
iron
mountains
.
"
They
know
we
’
re
here
tonight
,
to
spit
in
their
wine
,
and
I
imagine
they
hate
us
.
"
The
captain
shook
his
head
.
"
There
’
s
no
hatred
here
.
"
He
listened
to
the
wind
.
"
From
the
look
of
their
cities
they
were
a
graceful
,
beautiful
,
and
philosophical
people
.
They
accepted
what
came
to
them
.
They
acceded
to
racial
death
,
that
much
we
know
,
and
without
a
last
-
moment
war
of
frustration
to
tumble
down
their
cities
.
Every
town
we
’
ve
seen
so
far
has
been
flawlessly
intact
.
They
probably
don
’
t
mind
us
being
here
any
more
than
they
’
d
mind
children
playing
on
the
lawn
,
knowing
and
understanding
children
for
what
they
are
.
And
,
anyway
,
perhaps
all
this
will
change
us
for
the
better
"
.
"
Did
you
notice
the
peculiar
quiet
of
the
men
,
Spender
,
until
Biggs
forced
them
to
get
happy
?
They
looked
pretty
humble
and
frightened
.
Looking
at
all
this
,
we
know
we
’
re
not
so
hot
;
we
’
re
kids
in
rompers
,
shouting
with
our
play
rockets
and
atoms
,
loud
and
alive
.
But
one
day
Earth
will
be
as
Mars
is
today
.
This
will
sober
us
.
It
’
s
an
object
lesson
in
civilizations
.
We
’
ll
learn
from
Mars
.
Now
suck
in
your
chin
.
Let
’
s
go
back
and
play
happy
.
That
fifty
-
dollar
fine
still
goes
.
"
The
party
was
not
going
too
well
.
The
wind
kept
coming
in
off
the
dead
sea
.
It
moved
around
the
men
and
it
moved
around
the
captain
and
Jeff
Spender
as
they
returned
to
the
group
.
The
wind
pulled
at
the
dust
and
the
shining
rocket
and
pulled
at
the
accordion
,
and
the
dust
got
into
the
vamped
harmonica
.
The
dust
got
in
their
eyes
and
the
wind
made
a
high
singing
sound
in
the
air
.
As
suddenly
as
it
had
come
the
wind
died
.
But
the
party
had
died
too
.
The
men
stood
upright
against
the
dark
cold
sky
.
"
Come
on
,
gents
,
come
on
!
"
Biggs
bounded
from
the
ship
in
a
fresh
uniform
,
not
looking
at
Spender
even
once
.
His
voice
was
like
someone
in
an
empty
auditorium
.
It
was
alone
.
"
Come
on
!
"
Nobody
moved
.
"
Come
on
,
Whitie
,
your
harmonica
!
"
