Horst-Maxine-Windust

[alice malice]

Horst is not into the political intrigue, the game that Max plays; he
> wouldn't sit there talking to Marge about how the Plutocrats are setting
> the races and neighbors against one another, how Gentrification is a Robert
> Moses master plan, recite from the Guardian, but he knows a lot, and he's
> not dumb. Though Max complains that he's a Lug, an American from the
> Heartland who has roots in Europe that give him his Hollywood good looks
> etc, he is, though surely not as educated as Maxine, who, after all, has a
> degree from Hunter College, where her gal pal, who is not the sharpest
> knife in the draw, is a professor of cultural studies and media, and surely
> not as worldly, nor as tainted, nor as cosmopolitan as Maxine,he is, you
> know, a guy from the West and not in the sense that Jimmy Gatz and the
> whole sick crew in Fitzgerald's novel are from the West, but a product of
> the Agricultural and Industrial West, a trader on the Chicago floor, a
> traditional craft, one you can't learn in any school anyplace in the world,
> a Trade that is dead now, like so many, killed of by the boyz with the
> chips and their academic partners, in science, computer science, yeah, it's
> real scientific, even got languages and shit.  but can it do that hand
> jive? Can it read the signs? Here comes a change up. Nope, it's another
> fastball. It knows only one speed. Faster. Horst, though he works in a
> hectic trade, ain't in any great rush. Where is all that speed gonna get
> ya? Didn't Maxi ever see those commercials? Speed Kills.
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