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It is nights like this with the air hot and till that they come for you. They cannot be seen looking directly on, but with the head canted sideways you know they are there in the shadows at the far end of your eyes. They sit perfectly still, wings folded at parade rest and ready to work, veterans of these dark hours, trained and blooded and with a desire to have no feelings about doing the job right. No animosity, totally professional quick, competent escort staff they are, it might be said, in the boutique-packing-to-go-now side of the business. We are all going to the same destination: plush cushions, snacks on porcelain plates delicate porcelain cups too. Here with our name bar codes, our history in tie-on tags, the reasons why…… Factory Returns, Out of Warranty Time Expired, Use by, Discounted to Go, it’s all written and in an account somewhere. And when we are assembled and ready to leave, The door at the end of the hall opens and is tested, It is one way only and shuts with a metallic snicker and has no inside handle which you might try if you had second thoughts about this trip. There are no second thoughts, no thoughts at all and no regrets too late for that. It’s like queuing for Wimbledon, gentility and good will to the last, the memory of the taste of strawberries and cream in your mouth as you go on your way out and up for an ever endless lebensraum.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 5:15 AM UTC
Recycling Is So In For an Expired British Soul (C of E only)
It is nights like this with the air hot and till that they come for you. They cannot be seen looking directly on, but with the head canted sideways you know they are there in the shadows at the far end of your eyes. They sit perfectly still, wings folded at parade rest and ready to work, veterans of these dark hours, trained and blooded and with a desire to have no feelings about doing the job right. No animosity, totally professional quick, competent escort staff they are, it might be said, in the boutique-packing-to-go-now side of the business. We are all going to the same destination: plush cushions, snacks on porcelain plates delicate porcelain cups too. Here with our name bar codes, our history in tie-on tags, the reasons why…… Factory Returns, Out of Warranty Time Expired, Use by, Discounted to Go, it’s all written and in an account somewhere. And when we are assembled and ready to leave, The door at the end of the hall opens and is tested, It is one way only and shuts with a metallic snicker and has no inside handle which you might try if you had second thoughts about this trip. There are no second thoughts, no thoughts at all and no regrets too late for that. It’s like queuing for Wimbledon, gentility and good will to the last, the memory of the taste of strawberries and cream in your mouth as you go on your way out and up for an ever endless lebensraum.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 5:15 AM UTC
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