making the rounds with the sergeant at dusk ... the MPs don't have rifles ... they don't have mortars or grenades ... they have pistols ... they don't go into line ... they're not used to fire ... not even close combat ... though they're pretty good at wrestling ... I met jean jacques down the block ... he said as a race we should never have gone past wrestling ... the first noble savage to have thrown a stone in anger has a lot to answer for ... but then jean jacques has always been deaf in both ears ... that's why his eyes are so big and he's so small on tradition ... I think he threw the first stone and has been talking over it ever since ... and see where it's got us ... sergeants making the rounds even as the night begins to fall ... MPs pinning the ill-behaved against the wall ... just as they've always done ... but over there on the other side of that rise the public aren't invited ... everything on that side is bigger the planes the cars the guns the noise the smell the ruin ... that's a different place jean jacques by agreement and tradition ... it's a force multiplier ... it intensifies our confusion ... why jj is it so bad
cf wiker, ten books
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