More importantly, a poem:
THE NEW CRUISE MAN
He walks in calmly over the mountains, at first very wooden, but then more and more smoothly as he goes down a prescribed road to a prescribed city, and there, with a wide radium glow in his eyes, he joins in polite cocktail conversation, waiting for someone to say the word "orange."
Robert Priest
How To Swallow A Pig
ECW Press, 2004
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