'TAGE 4, CADRE, DEC. 1 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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     Once upon a time, on a 
     
     cold Friday morning, Igor 
     
     rode out from his sanctum 
     
     sanctorum to his local 
     
     hangout. Usually his 
     
     hangout was filled with 
     
     people traveling hither and 
     
     thither. But this morning 
     
     was different. ’It was 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     ‘. more closely. 
     
    
   
   
    
     quiet because the hangout 
     
     gave the hangers—out, a 
     
     holiday. Only a few peo- 
     
     ple could be seen about 
     
     the hangout, and for the 
     
     most part they were busy 
     
     in preparation. Igor, 
     
     wondered, "In preparation 
     
     for what?" So he went 
     
     around looking at these 
     
     preparations. 
     
    

    
     As he walked about, he 
     
     saw some packages im- 
     
     pressively wrapped, some 
     
     neatly wrapped, and some 
     
     wrappings were pretty \_ 
     
     shoddy. But the point 
     
     was that all the packages 
     
     were wrapped as best as 
     
     could be. But Igor couldn't 
     
     understand why, because 
     
     usually nothing was under 
     
    
   
   
    
     wraps around the hangout. 
     
     Usually things were what 
     
     they were and nothing more. 
     
    

    
     So Igor sat down with 
     
     his usual inhailant, with 
     
     a cup of the local black 
     
     brew, and thought about 
     
     what he had seen.‘ "Well," 
     
     he thought, "they are not 
     
     gifts to be given because » 
     
     we all have paid for the 
     
     packages that are wrapped." 
     
     so he thought some more, 
     
     and some more. 
     
    

    
     Well Igor sat for some 
     
     time, but the answer.would 
     
     not come. It was then that 
     
     he decided to walk around 
     
     again and look a little 
     
     Thus he 
     
     walked, and walked........ 
     
    
   
   
    
     listening and looking all 
     
     of the way. And what he 
     
     saw reminded him of a 
     
     carnival, or a market 
     
     place, and the novel 
     
     "Vanity Fair" came to his 
     
     mind. (Have you ever read 
     
     "Vanity Fair"?) 
     
    

    
     VHurry, hurry, step 
     
     right up" reverberated from 
     
     every nook and cranny of 
     
     the hangout. "See what I 
     
     have to offer." "For just 
     
     a little money down (and 
     
     years to pay it back) you 
     
     can have this, or that, 
     
     maybe you would like this." 
     
     Igor had all that he would 
     
     take so he went back to 
     
     his seat for another cup 
     
     of brew. He knew now that 
     
     everyone was about selling 
     
     their product, and they 
     
     were trying their damned 
     
     best at that. It was dis- 
     
     gusting to him, and he won- 
     
     dered where the regular 
     
     hangers-out were. He 
     
     questioned why they were 
     
     not here to show the other 
     
     side of things. But he 
     
     knew that, for the most 
     
     part, the hangers-out 
     
     had passively allowed 
     
     themselves to be put out 
     
     of the way by the hangout. 
     
     And those that were not 
     
     put out were actively' 
     
     helping out in selling.‘ 
     
     With all this in mind, 
     
     Igor sat drinking, watch- 
     
     ing the buyers......alone. 
     
    
   
   
    
     -Phi1 Marnik 
     
    
   
   
    
         
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
          
     
       
     
          
     
        
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
          
     
        
     
         
     
        
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
        
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
       
     
           
     
    
   
   
    
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