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The
late
winter
inter
-
squad
debates
had
fired
George
Hatfield
’
s
competitive
soul
.
He
became
a
grimly
determined
debater
,
prepping
his
pro
or
con
position
fiercely
.
It
didn
’
t
matter
if
the
subject
was
legalization
of
marijuana
,
reinstating
the
death
penalty
,
or
the
oil
-
depletion
allowance
.
George
became
conversant
,
and
he
was
just
jingoist
enough
to
honestly
not
care
which
side
he
was
on
-
a
rare
and
valuable
trait
’
,
even
in
high
-
level
debaters
,
Jack
knew
.
The
souls
of
a
true
carpetbagger
and
a
true
debater
were
not
far
removed
from
each
other
;
they
were
both
passionately
interested
in
the
main
chance
.
So
far
,
so
good
.
But
George
Hatfield
stuttered
.
This
was
not
a
handicap
that
had
even
shown
up
in
the
classroom
,
where
George
was
always
cool
and
collected
(
whether
he
had
done
his
homework
or
not
)
,
and
certainly
not
on
the
Stovington
playing
fields
,
where
talk
was
not
a
virtue
and
they
sometimes
even
threw
you
out
of
the
game
for
too
much
discussion
.
When
George
got
tightly
wound
up
in
a
debate
,
the
stutter
would
come
out
.
The
more
eager
he
became
,
the
worse
it
was
.
And
when
he
felt
he
had
an
opponent
dead
in
his
sights
,
an
intellectual
sort
of
buck
fever
seemed
to
take
place
between
his
speech
centers
and
his
mouth
and
he
would
freeze
solid
while
the
clock
ran
out
.
It
was
painful
to
watch
.
"
S
-
S
-
So
I
th
-
th
-
think
we
have
to
say
that
the
fuh
-
fuh
-
facts
in
the
c
-
case
Mr
.
D
-
D
-
D
-
Dorsky
cites
are
ren
-
ren
-
rendered
obsolete
by
the
ruh
-
recent
duh
-
duhdecision
handed
down
inin
-
in
…
"
The
buzzer
would
go
off
and
George
would
whirl
around
to
stare
furiously
at
Jack
,
who
sat
beside
it
.
George
’
s
face
at
those
moments
would
be
flushed
,
his
notes
crumpled
spasmodically
in
one
hand
.
Jack
had
held
on
to
George
long
after
he
had
cut
most
of
the
obvious
flat
tires
,
hoping
George
would
work
out
.
He
remembered
one
late
afternoon
about
a
week
before
he
had
reluctantly
dropped
the
ax
.
George
had
stayed
after
the
others
had
filed
out
,
and
then
had
confronted
Jack
angrily
.
"
You
s
-
set
the
timer
ahead
.
"
Jack
looked
up
from
the
papers
he
was
putting
back
into
his
briefcase
.
"
George
,
what
are
you
talking
about
?
"
