Returned from Escape
Albeit Feverish...
I have returned to find that competition is everything here, everything anywhere lit brightly at night. This is why night is fashionable in a city. The bigger the city, the later the night, the longer the brighter the light.
The city is Judgment Day but I would prefer to be — a beast or a god — in the country where we am what we am and not in comparison to any am else. I am a very modest skyscraper only and so the city would feel no loss if I packed and left for good. Perhaps I will. But not today.
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“Is Popeye talking about the simple fact of his existence when he says “I yam whad I yam,” or is he talking about the manner of his existence?”
I always assumed the latter, especially given his occasional addition of “And that’s all thad I yam.”