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“…We were all flaccid, umbilical drunks, but our dreams were glue and horses. We said tender things to our wives, most of which were in character, donated efforts to magazine fund drives at the local grade schools even though most of us despised children, and it can be said that each of us, in our own way, generally made a go of it.Nothing formal. We all regarded it simply as a gene pool of divorcees derivative of social drinking and the protestant reformation. A throw-back to all things patriotic. Lonely. Unassuredly self-sufficient. Religious. Shaken.â€
