TR Fuller as magical negro

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TR Fuller as magical negro

p260
Having written REKTIL BROWN on a piece of paper and put it into his drawer  
some time earlier, Fuller sat on the edge of his bed in the windowless  
room, in sagging white underclothes, rubbing a yellow figure (drawn against  
the prospect of a cross) with his moist palm in the darkness.

p328
Dawn, somewhere beyond the incinerator plant which had won first prize in  
functional architecture a decade before: Fuller was busy in Mr. Brown's  
bathroom, picking up every piece of Mr. Brown's hair he could find and  
putting it into an envelope.

p346-7
Yes sar, Fuller answered and withdrew a step. -These problems continue to  
vex me, sar, he went on. —Like the mermaids, sar.

— Fuller, Fuller . . . keep your mermaids, if they please you.

—Yes sar. But it remain complex, sar, for if they mermaid womans they got  
to be mermaid mahns too. For the first time the face which Fuller was, by  
now, staring directly at, turned to him with a smile

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