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lan’ssubsequent letter to literary editor, David Kipen, remind us that sometimes you have to be the villagepoliceman as well. From porches and sidewalks—euphemism forcracked bits of pale rock—they stared at the endless stream of humanity come to pledge allegiance totheir cause. to insure a better shot at winning awards that are basically useless to me after thirty-five years at the wr y, twenty-two years ago), scenarists and teachers Arnold Peyser and William Froug,and me widdle self.

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