.. not newspaper rhymes ...
neither the stock effusions on Night, Love, Death and Immortality
inserted as tail-piece to stories and articles in magazines....
"There's the negro mind ...--ought to hear them sing, making up songs as
they load and unload boats along the Mississippi ... nobody's ever dug
back into the black mind yet--why don't you do these things?"...
* * * * *
"Good-bye, Mister Mackworth--I've had a fine time!"
"Good-bye, my boy ... be a good boy ... God bless you!"
* * * * *
At the Harvey Eating House the manager brought me out a cardboard box
neatly packed, full of all manner of good things to eat....
"Good-bye, Ally! thanks for your hospitality, Ally! thank your folks for
me again!"
"I will. See you up at Laurel some day soon!"
For Merton was coming to study there, in the fall.
* * * * *
Back in Laurel I resumed my studies again in my intense though haphazard
way. Doctors' degrees and graduation certificates did not interest me. I
meditated no career in which such credentials would stand me in stead.
But the meat and substance of what the world had achieved, written,
thought--it was this that I sought to learn and know.
Already the professors were beginning to row about me and report me for
cutting recitations.
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