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to a wonderful pizza restaurant in Los Gatos where the pizzas are piled an
inch high with mushrooms and meat and anchovies or anything you want, I cash
a travelers check at the supermarket, Cody takes the 100 in cash, gives it
to Evelyn in the restaurant, and later that day the two jeeps resume down to
Monterey and down that blasted road I walked on blistered feet back to the
frightful bridge at Raton Canyon And I'd thought I'd never see the place
again. But now I was coming back loaded with observers. The sight of the
canyon down there as we renegotiated the mountain road made me bite my lip
with marvel and sadness.


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It's as familiar as an old face in an old photograph as tho I'm gone a
million years from all that sun shaded brush on rocks and that heartless
blue of the sea washing white on yellow sand, those rills of yellow arroyo
running down mighty cliff shoulders, those distant blue meadows, that whole
ponderous groaning upheaval so strange to see after the last several days of
just looking at little faces and mouths of people As tho nature had a
Gargantuan leprous face of its own with broad nostrils and huge bags under
its eyes and a mouth big enough to swallow five thousand jeepster
stationwagons and ten thousand Dave Wains and Cody Pomerays without a sigh
of reminiscence or regret - There it is, every sad contour of my valley,
the gaps, the Mien Mo captop mountain again, the dreaming woods below our
high shelved road, suddenly indeed the sight of poor Alf again far way
grazing in the mid afternoon by the corral fence - And there's the creek
bouncing along as tho nothing had ever happened elsewhere and even in the
daytime somehow dark and hungry looking in its deeper tangled grass. Cody's
never seen this country before altho he's an old Californian by now, I can
see he's very impressed and even glad he's come out on a little jaunt with
the boys and with me and is seeing a grand sight - He's like a little boy
again now for the first time in years because he's like let out of school,
no job, the bills paid, nothing to do but gratefully amuse me, his eyes are
shining - In fact ever since he's come out of San Quentin there's been
something hauntedly boyish about him as tho prison walls had taken all the
adult dark tenseness out of him - In fact every evening after supper in the
cell he shared with the quiet gunman he'd bent his serious head to a daily
letter or at least every-other-day letter full of philosophical and
religious musings to his mistress Billie... And when you're in bed in jail
after lights out and you're not sleepy there's ample time to just remember
the world and indeed savor its sweetness if any (altho it's always sweet to
remember it in jail tho harder in prison, as Genet shows) with the result
that he'd not only come to a chastisement of his bashing bitternesses (and
of course it's always good to get away from alcohol and excessive smoking
for two years) (and all that regular sleep) he was just like a kid again,
but as I say that haunting kidlikeness I think all ex cons seem to have when
they've just come out - In seeking to severely penalize criminals society
by putting the criminals away behind safe walls actually provide them with
the means of greater strength for future atrocities glorious and otherwise