Page 234

By Jack Joseph Smith

"The minister of the hour set our tune, but the sea drowned out the microphone." Pause. "Yes my dear wife, it was lovely like a dream flying. And have you no- ticed that throngs of seeking souls and shafts of speed sometimes make the same sound?" "We are always in a crowd. And if the crowd isn't in a room, then the engines are." Errrr--off to the side of the highway. They witnessed a Rolls Royce squeeze to a halt, and went in the rhythm of bounding bounces to the passenger (shotgun) side and entered briskly. It was Davenport driving. "The engines of the heart! Why, of course." Laughter... And looking at one another at the same time saying, "boom," laughter, "boom," laughter, "boom," tossing back their heads with laughter, "boom, boom, and boom..." "A loan from some partners, Animal. Like me to run down a story to ya?" He told it... "The madness goes on," returned Animal through his clown lip disguise. "No problem for the Port of Davenport." "You out on bail?" "Yeah, gonna bail right on out all the way to New York." He pinched his lips together like a whistle trained bird-man. "Heavy on the accent upon my re- turn." "No one knows where the Prankster is?" "Naw, he had the scatter brains to scatter." "And you didn't know the guy who got himself killed."

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Animal and Jaugeline's beach-road chatter gives way to Davenport's Rolls Royce entrance, where crowd noise, engines, laughter, and bail talk turn the aftermath into social farce.

Even in partial restoration, the page shows comedy rushing back over the violent plot. The microphone, crowd, Rolls Royce, and repeated boom-laughter make public spectacle feel mechanical, as if status and absurdity are the engines carrying them forward. This reading remains provisional because one long cursive insertion around He told it still needs follow-up.

Claude

Microphones drown, Rolls Royces arrive, laughter booms, and Davenport re-enters as if society were already reopening around the killing. The page is social repair happening too fast.