【正文】 t be looked at. So clever a judge of horses is Kao, that lie has it in him to judge something better than horses.39。 Po Lo heaved a sigh of satisfaction. 39。That friend of yours,39。 What kind of a horse is it?39。 Duke Mu did so, and subsequently dispatched him on the quest for a steed. Three months later, lie returned with the news that lie had found one. 39。You are now advanced in years. Is there any member of your family whom I could employ to look for horses in your stead?39。I know,39。She39。 I said. 39。She isn39。s on the stove, Mother said,39。 Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters Seymour: An Introduction Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters One night some twenty years ago, during a siege of mumps in our enormous family, my youngest sister, Franny, was moved, crib and all, into the ostensibly germfree room I shared with my eldest brother, Seymour. I was fifteen, Seymour was seventeen. Along about two in the morning, the new roommate39。 I told bin. 39。t hungry.39。I thought maybe I39。s ten months old, for God39。 Seymour said. 39。 Po Lo replied: 39。It is now in Shach39。asked the Duke. 39。 lie said, 39。Has he really got as far as that?39。 When the horse arrived, it turned out indeed to be a superlative animal. I39。s permanent retirement from the scene, I haven39。 camp in Maryland, and Walt was somewhere in the Pacific or on his way there with a fieldartillery unit. (We39。s a Wise Child39。 It39。 from one of the convention rooms of the old Murray Hill Hotel. All seven of us, from Seymour through Franny, appeared on the show under pseudonyms. Which may sound highly anomalous, considering that we39。ll only pass along that our bined ine on 39。m all but exclusively concerned here was a corporal in what, in 1942, was still called the Air Corps. He was stationed at a B17 base in California, where, I believe, he was an acting pany clerk. I might add, not quite parenthetically, that he was by far the least prolific letter writer in the family. I don39。m in a terrible rush to pack, so this will be short but perating. Admiral Behindpincher has decided that lie must fly to parts unknown for the war effort and has also decided to take his secretary with him if I behave myself. I39。s a zero in my opinion but terrificlooking. I don39。t know anything about the romance itself at all, except that they apparently met when Seymour was stationed at Monmouth last winter. The mother is the end a finger in all the arts, and sees a good Jungian man twice a week (she asked me twice, the night I met her, if I39。ll never five you if you don39。s at three o39。s exactly two doors down from where Carl and Amy used to live in luxury. I39。s going to be perfectly all right, but I hate 1942. I think I39。Carl and Amy39。 she said, 39。I39。clock. I closed my eyes and waited, a trifle guardedly, for the anist to quit the incidental music and plunge into 39。Lohengrin39。Have you ever seen Judge Ranker? He has the face of a saint.39。 that is, reception or no reception, change of plans or no change of plans. If the reaction in my vicinity was any criterion, the offer was generally received as a kind of beau geste. It didn39。s 39。 did indeed begin to make its exodus, as many as six or seven persons to a car, or as few as three or four. The number, gathered, depended upon the age, demeanour, and hip spread of the first occupants in possession. Suddenly, at someone39。immediate fancily39。Am I giving you enough room?39。 The one who had never been so hot in her entire life was, as I39。d had a passing impulse to pick him up bodily and insert him gently through the open window. He was tininess itself, surely being not more than four nine or ten and without being either a midget or a dwarf. In the car, he sat staring very severely straight ahead of him. On my second look around at him, I noticed that he had what very much appeared to be an old gravy stain on the lapel of his cutaway. I also noticed that his silk hat cleared the roof of the car by a good four or five inches.... But for the most part, those first few minutes in the car, I was still mainly concerned with my own state of health. Besides having pleurisy and a bruised head, I had a hypochondriac39。t get a chance to ask you inside. How39。t. She narrowed her eyes a trifle at me and said I looked exactly like Celia Briganza39。 Mrs Silsburn asked. Abruptly, conversationally. I had a brief coughing spell at that particular instant. When it was over, I turned to her with all available alacrity and said I39。 she said, somewhat ambiguously. 39。 she then asked, delicately getting down to brass tacks. 39。You39。I39。Bloodthirsty wench,39。s cap a visored hat with the metal frame removed from inside the crown, which usually conferred on the wearer a certain, presumably desired, intrepid look. In his case, however, the cap didn39。m married to the bloodthirstiest wench in six counties,39。I mean it,39。 39。ll last longer.39。s answer came with toxic volume: 39。s chuckle sounded again. 39。t know, but I39。Well, I would have!39。ve said something to them. My gosh.39。d have said to them. I probably would have just blabbered something idiotic. But my gosh. Honestly! I just can39。 the Matron of Honor said. 39。 39。As a matter of fact, I haven39。Nobody39。t even met him. We 7 had two rehearsals, and both times Muriel39。clock in the morning, last night. Then at that insane hour he calls Muriel on the phone from way out in Long Island or someplace and asks her to meet him in the lobby of some horrible hotel so they can talk.39。s what gripes me. It39。 she said. 39。d been interested in the fact that my brother had asked his fianc233。 the Matron of Honor said irritably. 39。 she demanded. 39。We were boys together,39。Now, now,39。 。Well, I39。Well, lucky you!39。 There was something distinctly intimidating about her stare. It seemed to e from a onewoman mob, separated only by time and chance from her knitting bag and a splendid view of the guillotine. I39。 She stared at me.