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occasion to make pirouette. The faces of the cott- on pajamaed boys in the mood of follow, reminded Animal of the foreign documentary films shown of peasants doing pinwheels at fiesta during his you- th of the fifties. Since that time his early twen- ties had taken him not to the politics and revol- utions of Africa and South America, but to the dr- inking mirage of lust; personally delivered Amer- ican C.O.D., upon the isled shores of the Caribb- ean Sea and South Pacific Ocean; Then and there he had understood how shameful poverty could be for the viewer. Now through the giving of Jiven Joe a remark again pushed back up into Animal's brain, about how similiar it was for children of white lost; or abandoned women. He squeezed his throat. The children seemed to know that... (Some things must disappear for the sake of equilibrium.) In the spell of a minuet Joe and the children continued. He was letting go of Calypso, and very unconsciously being Pachelbel. It was as if every note of his voice and slight strum of gutar were an ending to joy, though still joy; waiting with the dream, like gold but in a barmaid's eyes; and Animal began to feel like a silver plated stone, as he sat still, and smiling.