THE ESSENTIAL ELLISON 791 o beinterviewed by the television emcee, she was dying at the very moment of what she thought was hergreatest triumph. And he went on. He looked very sad.
There was a little alcoveright beside the ticket booth. Peel like an artichoke the scar-tissue heart of a lost dream, and findin the center a pulsing golden light with a name. Show biz called with its cheap wares, itsmomentary diversions. Henry Lake Spanning, who looked like a nice, decent guy, was exactly that.
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