Strange, isn’ t it; all these years; and we never met anyone else? There must beothers, but I think— now I can’ t prove I’ ve waited for you. THE ESSENTIAL ELLISON 601 In fact, she didn’ t want to cross the street, but he half-pulled, half-dragged her, the old womanscreaming at him, calling him a khaki-colored motherfucker every step of the way.
In her path, in the fury of her flesh, no poor dumb beast has a chance. A flocked velvet witch perched on a bar stool across from him turned, exposed thigh and smiled. He liked policemen, so he didn’t care. What is the writer trying to say? Does hesucceed in making his point? Does this essay cast light on the point of the subject underdiscussion?
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