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           Nowhe’sstrippedexceptforalongundershirtwithfancymonogramssewedredonfrontandback.AndIseeonceandforall(theundershirtridesuphisbacksomeashecomeswalkingpast,givingmeapeek)thathedefinitelydoeswearone,lacedsotightitmightblowupanysecond.

           Anddanglingfromthestayshe’sgothalfadozenwitheredobjects,tiedbythehairlikescalps.

           He’scarryingalittleflaskofsomethingthathesipsfromtokeephisthroatopenfortalking,andacamphorhankyheputsinfrontofhisnosefromtimetotimetostopoutthestink.There’saclutchofschoolteachersandcollegegirlsandthelikehurryingafterhim.Theywearblueapronsandtheirhairinpincurls.Theyarelisteningtohimgiveabrieflectureonthetour.

           Hethinksofsomethingfunnyandhastostophislecturelongenoughforaswigfromtheflasktostopthegiggling.DuringthepauseoneofhispupilsstargazesaroundandseestheguttedChronicdanglingbyhisheel.Shegaspsandjumpsback.ThePublicRelationturnsandcatchessightofthecorpseandrushestotakeoneofthoselimphandsandgiveitaspin.Thestudentshrinksforwardforacautiouslook,faceinatrance.

           "Yousee?Yousee?"Hesquealsandrollshiseyesandspewsstufffromhisflaskhe’slaughingsohard.He’slaughingtillithinkhe’llexplode.

           Whenhefinallydrownsthelaughinghestartsbackalongtherowofmachinesandgoesintohislectureagain.Hestopssuddenlyandslapshisforehead—"Oh,scatterbrainedme!"—andcomesrunningbacktothehangingChronictoripoffanothertrophyandtieittohisgirdle.