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MONTREAL, 
CANADA JANUARY 1943 
THE .AIRiv1EN 
Then we were drinking, come in from ruin. Suddenly our oaths were pitched like tents on the dark hillside--under the goatshair our whiskey breath moved like lightso We were all nomads, and each man mindful of t'ender flocks, his milkwhite wishes. 
Patrick .Anderson 
WILTI DUCK 
(for John Crowe Ransome) 
Duck that from lightslashed pool went whirring as anchored toy to acrobat, being shot tumbled in air, fell feathers in a weight, was plwnp and plumage, coloured beyond oaring~ 
Now the long neck gripped in the hunter's hand begins the swing of Christ against the sky, now is the time to fondle and inspect duck derelict, avoid the ruined eyeso 
Old Thompson paints next day this corpse with fruit, makes it immortal, like a man his lover, with rich impastoa Giv ~s himself away_, a sensual bird who loves hi.s food and pleasure. 
Then O it's hanging four days in the dark-afterwards pluckcd--corruption's painted it with pink and green, the pastels of the grave-a lady artist, flowers in her hato 
Finally bird that once went down on pools is carved like murder~ out the strenuous line of raucous flighto Parcelled in garney fibres, thG breast goes two ·ways from the nak2d bone~ 
Defend all ducks and girls with irony lest any see a moral in this bird which Thompson and the hunter now digest beside the fire, with smiles and witty words. 
Patrick Anderson 
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DIALECTICS 
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Dialectic is our love, study us as things that move , watch as love to lover fits the unity of opposites. 
Low the moon and shining bright sees our spiral love invite kisses to a tenser key , quantity to quality. 
While the houses sink asleep revolutionary the leap changes into something new quantities of me and you. 
Then at last, as still as bone, 
we are lying , each alone , 'on a higher plane ' and sated-the negation is negated. 
Happy on th0 amplo bed each in each is comforted, yet as oppositeR w0 liv~ and the m~rging's r 0lative. 
Thus an end to lover's act viewed as an objoctiv~ fact-~ Dr. Duhring must agree practice mates with theory. 
Patrick Anderson 
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THE RESIGNATION 
In the print room, his nails brown from the developer, his face pear-shaped, pear-coloured, bearing the great bone of nose he had not yet grown to, the kid watched the water dropping into the tank~ He turned the tap only a little, seeing aeroplanes flying out of its nozzle and nose diving into the seao 
"Here you, kid, get on with your knitting. This is a rush job._" 
The kid jumped to his feet with a burst of action, yanked up the brovvn pants ·which slipped because he had no hips to hold them and turned on the tap full. 
noQK., kid, OoK. You'd better get over to the dryer and work there~n 
Through tl~e semi-dark he leapt like a bird--arms outstretched, seeing skyo He held his fingers together so his hands were solid like wings, only allowing his thumbs free as he pulled prints out of the tank and pushed them through the dryero 
The kid worked hard, if slowly, for Rwhile, the noise of the machines sounding like planes. And then he was pounding Elkin on the back" "Say, didj a ever fly? n 
"Sure, kid, I fly to work every morning"?! His voice had reached the turning point, was just about to change to irritation. The kid's face grew bright--a mask: upward slits for eyes, mouth curled, open. "Tio ya?" 0 Sureo I stand on the window ledge and shake my tail and wiggle my wings and---0 uNawww--in a plane, behind the joystick with all them j_nstruments--" 
n1ook out. The boss Jn 
The kid's head whirredo . Something got loose, slipped, settled in his throat, on h-is tonguec nwnat did you do with them specifications, Elkin? Them specificationso How can I run the dryer. when it don't dry? There's no heat in it, that's what, no heato You have to put the things through three times and still they come out weto ?;Tight freeze stiff in this weather in the mails, inight freeae Stiff,H 
He looked like a rabbit, his face sweeping away to his ears. 
nAlright James, get back to your work." The boss' voice cut the string of vvord.s, The kid twj_ttered, moved to _the dryer and then felt his arms grow hard, without bends--great strong wingso 
"And now, Elkin, about that dryer.rt But the kid didn 1 t hear what th.e boss was sayingQ His hands swooped about in the air, banking, rising, Soon he'd be out of this place, out in the open, away from the dark~ from the smell of ammonia, from the rush orders. He darted over to the tank, his hand coming down, curved, on the flat surface of the water. 
-Everyone in the office knew0 He couldn rt keep quiet. He told the teletype girl first. "Say, sister, I 7m going to be a flyert> 
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Pretty good, ch? Seo me sticking around here? Not me. Just wait 
till I get in one of thorn plnnes ~ Them GtJrman 's '11 start _jumpin' 
then. Know ·v~rho 's about 3 alright. Wonder why thGy're alive. But 
they won't wonder longe n He stopped, dreaming. ThGn speaking low, 
"But don't tay nothing yet, will ya? KGep it kinda secret, eh?" 
From desk to .desk he went through the white office with its 
chipping of glass typewriters. "Say, do ya know what? I'm clearing 
outa this joint. Joining the Air Force." 
''Well take my advice, kid, don I t talk about it till you 're called up. If the boss hears he 111 likely fire you before you want to go. Don't say anything to anyone ." 
"Heck, no. I vo n 't say nothin' • n 
Blue when he arrived at the enlistment depot he waited hours on a banch. His hat over one eye like a bird, ha thought of his mother. Remembered the lamb's kidneys in their great blankets of suet that he had pulled from tho dark insides of carcasses when he had worked part time in a butcher's shop; remembered the coldness of meat and the blood always staining his hFLnds and the day whon the new assistant had taken the end of his thumb off with tho chopper. He felt sick. 1viemory of the office was secure--~the smell of armnonia cle_an in his horse nostrils, The flat surface of water in the tank was smooth across his twitching face. 
Undressed he was like~ parsnip; the winged feeling of his arms gone . The rabbit's ribs were thump0d; the b0nt chGst measurod; his heart exploding like shells all over his flesh, was listened to through a long tube; the rattle in his vvrist held down by a swathe of white 
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Sitting in the examination room .there was too much space above . The papers were handed outo His sepia nails beat on the desk 1 s 8dge. The pointed tan shoes slipped from side to side as if they had ballbearing soles. He lookt.:)d at the figures bending over their desks, up to the high ceiling, opened his paper. GeeJ what were all them crazy littl8 draV',1ings doing? This didn't make no sense. He looked again, furtively, at tho otherso A small guy in a wind breaker hA.d his feet curled round the legs of his chair, his face low ovGr his desk. He look2d like R jockey.• He was writing . No one noticed thqt the kid had not yet begun. He looked Rt his paper Rgain. Them crazy little drawings di.dn•t mean nothingo 
H2 began to vvriteo His wr"iting was smnll and tight like a scarf knit by a s.ix year old, then his hand jGrkcd ond a great ·1oop formed on the pago liko a dropped stitch. 
Everyone c=tsked him at the office. nHow did it go, kid?" "Are you in? n "Did you pass?" Vl/hA.t did they all hRvG to tc1lk for? Agres.sively, elbows bent 1 he answered them. "How d'ya think I'd know yet? D'ya think they get them papers marked just like that? They was hard papers. Ya can 1 t mark hard papers just like thaton 
Elkin watched him in the print room. He put the .same drawing through· the dryGr over and overo H8 didn't talk about aeroplanes now, nor move his arms like wings . Only r1t night, in bed, just before he slept, his 


shoulders seemed to swell ~ By rnoTning be :cnevv; 11va,s af::i::cu.o. to 
look up. Didn't want to see the sky~ 
"Have you heard yet, kid?rr They were at him again. Chattering round him, coloured, bright, laughing, waitingo He was trapped. He pushed his hat back~ Th·ey almost touched him" He walked through them, talking over his shoulder, swinging, through the white office·. 
"Not enough education. Enough brains but not enough education, Ya need to be educated to be a pilot And now he was saying it,
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saying what he had sworn not to say: 0 But I'm going to try for 
ground crew. They're the guys who need brains~ Say, do ya think 
those other guys could fly if it wasn I t for ground crew? No, ·sir. 
Ya really know a plane if you 1re ground crewf)a Tw,itching he took off his coat, his feet weightedo 
It began again theno The dragnet of their eyes outspread as he passed, In the print room Elkin repeated 0 You get about your work, kid, or you'll be fired before you know it," Elkin's voice started ·nowhere , ended nowhere II 
111/hen the letter came he set fire to it with a match, leaning out of his bedroom window, the cold biting his hands, the match burning theme He stayed there a long time after the flame died, his fingers together as if he still held the lettero 
Two days later they asked him. 0 Any news?tr The answer came out of his mouth like a bullet. "Ya. I'm ino 11 They liked the kid, they w~re glad, They crowded round him~ 0 When are you going to hand in your resignation?rr He was somebody elses His voice went up and down. "Oh anytime now, anytime, I guess"" 
"Do it now, I'll type it for you(! What do you want to say?" One of the typists was already rolling paper into her machine. He heard the quick click of her keysc · 
"Say, what 're ya writing? it 
"Just the letter heado Now d:tctate 5 Squadron Leadere 1' 
They waited, He couldn't specikQ 
0 Go on, 0 said the· girl at last() n1·1 11 have to start work in a minute." "You look sick," one of the older girls saido nA,re you O.K.?" He nodded. "Aren 1 t you glad? You sure should be:>n "You'd think he was going to his death~" Somebody tittered at the unfortunate remarke They were all suddenly nervouso 
"Sure I'm glad,n he yelled, not hearing how loud his voice was" 
The girl at the machine said, "He's just excited, aren't you, kid. Here, I'll write it for youoH She typed rapidly and then read from the paper. "Dear Sir, Please accept my resignation to take effect one week from today, I feel my first duty is to my country and have therefore applied and been accepted by the RoO~A,,Ft,n She beckoned himo "Come on now, kid, all you've got to do is sign, or do you want me to do that for you too?" They sho'ved the letter at him, gave him a pen and he signed, ·his writing tight and small again with the jerking nervous loops. 
"I'll put it in the boss 1 basket,tt the typist said and he walked off like one of those wooden figures with the swinging legs that move · forward when started down a slope. 

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Elkin was alreE.dy a-lJ VJork in the~ pr-int room v,hcn the kid opened the door ~~Here:, k::i_ d .~ -N2 f v2 go~ a lot to do today Get to
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work at the tank and I ffi(~an now,, a The kid did as he was told, walked to the tank and st~oa ·tho~·G, looking at the water. 
It was some time before Elkin noticed that th~ kid wasn't working. "Say, what the hell do ;you think you're doing? I said we had a lot of work and J. w2c::n't fooltngc .11/hat are ~7ou thinking about anyway? Aeroplanes again?" 
But the kid wasnrt thi~k~ng of aeroplanes at all. He was thinking of lamb's kidneys in their blankets of suet inside carcasses, the blood· on butchers' hands and thG coldness of meat. 
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I send you the messa~8 of my odd love Across a world in which love no loL.6 c!r matters, I send you the message knowing it will not reach you But hoping 1 Although from the tortuous routes of learning I know better Know that love travels only R.long set lines of communiccttion. In our separate worlds, str~nge a~es, love is a sealed entity, Not t:nansrnittable·~Perplexing Like se[~rching for the common factor in certain incidents. 
For instance The wind shook mj_inosa flow2rs all over my cabin floor The day war was d~clared in R remote village in FrRnce. And later the jasmine perfume unearthed from an old trunk That had been in China once Given me by a lov0r long aft0r ~he love was ovaro 
And the evening at the schoolteacher's When our hostess vvas j_n the gn,rden cutting sprigs of forsythia 
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I1he be2utiful l\Tor1Negia.n pilot Sc/4 i c.~ think=Lng of homo, 0 Mimosa, after a f l;;vv d.,7.ys the flowers drop :=tnd scatter Over the polished surface of th8 grand pinno (' tr 
Perhaps, born into th0 world strnng~rs, Crippled by intj_inP.te; 0xpcrj_ence, slow2d by l0arning ThRt comes after instoac of ocfor8,-··· We go carefully doing what we once omJ_tted Vi/hile maps chango and th,.J y0u.ng quiver with new slogans~ 
Hardly hoping this small thing will r1Jach you, Knowing mysolf a fool to tRke tho trouble, I send you my lovo bocm1se your sombrero accent Rolled ov2r my scns~;S lik.J pr.~irie sunshine Like someching from childhood, well known and simplea 
Miriam DI) Waddingtono 

REHABILITATION 
Some afternoon, dr0aming of love, 
.a .pale stenographer will push the final button and the machine will run off the great totals in neat rows of dumb numbers-for the books. 
Historians will rGducc it to maps and fine ordered words to show . how the dead got that way, And later, it will become a date with a lot of other dates, memorized by kids in grade 0ight. 
The· little guy in the street will ask the same answerless questions and surmise with bookie and grocer and curse the same goddam things and buy tho inevitable gold brick from this year's slick son of a bitch: 
Th8 hidden profits will stand majestically on mountainside, doves strutting in the eaves while the club-men, below, on the lawn, sit in the summer sun drinking tho "people 1 s bl0nd"o 
The jtiurnals will not2 the death of the last of the old Cornmandoes. Some Hallowcven the mednls will get lost by bell-ringing grandson, and thu memorials be moved uptown to make way for the era's new 
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colossal ·Speedway~ 
And hidden in library files, in the fading rotogr2.vures-a boy sits in l'Ubblc playing with lRthing and bricks-►• a fat man in tears watches a meagre oer8monial-a peasant woman slumps to her knees hopeless hands upturned on the beaten whGate 
Bruce Ruddick. 
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FAL-L FAIR 
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this is no time for comic mirrors 
at fairs no time for 0he fascinnted stare 
at the highlighted bug..•eye or the twig hand . 
no time for Puss-in-Boots at the end of a leash 
picking its way among the cnttle sheds 
nor is it time for the toying with Jmives 
under the matted branches _in the skulls of passers-by while the merry-go-round tosses its bright balloons o.f tunes against the sponge mouths of bRrkers squeezing out murky water of words no it is not time for the hands of nervous brightness bored by the fat smiles of dahlias in the Flower Show 
hands that Rre busy in picking-time rampant among the grapes not for the sake of pay but that the phallic festival 
may prove an ample treat to the quick eye following the Rntics of the f~vered bodies among the mustard-coloured leaves 
this is no gambling time either 
the hour not appropriate to the childish hope 
that the wheel may stop 2t the lucky number 
there is no lucky number there is nothing here 
to dope the ulcerr-tted tooth the child must drag n.t your skirt continue to howl out of pRin and rage 
having to bite on the hard crust of his heritage 
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when the coloured strings· of lj 3hts ,:1,ll gone 
the tents pulled down 2nd packed away the crowd 
with its bewildering Rrray or faces featureless 
legs arms swallowed by the thick .sprawling lips of the fog 
when there is nothing left for the sick mind to tinker with 
when ~he blaring fair grounds hRve return(::;d to an unheard 
thistle-syllableda vvord beside t!ll3 mud flats of the end of the town 
when the sprawled letters of gulls 
spell-hunger on the thumbed-·over rumpled pages 
of dirty sky and water 
then-will the mihd translate for itself its ·trouble --· · 
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symbolized by these birds md filled on a h~~lthy diet of nothingness 
after half-cooked hot dogs the bootleg ecstasy 
of the white rubber belly on the far side of the r nee track 
then but no till then will the loins' knived pnin 
beget reality agRin 
Kay Smith 

l'JOTES FROI.: MY JOURNAL: BAIE ST. PAUL 
"Autour de nous des etrangers sont venus qu'il nous plait d'appleler les barbaresl ils ont ?ris Jresque tout le pouvoirl ils ont acqui s pre sq_ue tout 1 'argenT,; mai s au pays de Quebec o 
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T0-e people rock in ·their ch.airs, ··up -and down, on porches extending the length of the hous~, on rpper porches, in kitchens reading L'Evenement and L'Action ~a~~olique, in swing chairs painted red and green in their gardenso 0 nien ne changera parce que nous som'.Ties un temoignage. 0 The· village is very quiet at nighto There is no movie house, no bar. Dancing is not ~ermittedo The shadows of l~aves sway and blurr on the wall, dapJle and Siayo As a light cool wind swings the street lamps, they ~enetrate deep into bedrooms and print themselves there. HDe nous-memes et de nos de stinees nous n'avons com,ris clairment que ce devoir-la: persister et 1ous maintenir., a The wind, shaking a long line of po1)1ars, brings a whiff of silver fox. The foxes will be stifled in the fall~ In each cage there is a painted figure of the Virgin. The foxes.always seem to be scaredo They weave in and out of their huts" nces gens sont d'une race qui ne sait pas mouriro 0 They are expecting th~ girls home from their annual picnic. The boys] burning scrub on the hillside, shape the letters Je Bo Co, Jeunnesse Etudiante Gatholique, in fire. To the other side of tho valley an illuminated cross shines from the }runs' powerhouse. 0 .,o.,qui ne sait pas mourir,. 0 In the asylum alJ the idiots have been put to bcdo The young mongolians weave like plants in the red lamps hanging bs forc the holy plctures~ Their skin is milk white, their ha ir d _rk and silky and little bubbl8s form and burst betrye cn their 1 i p s . ThG story go es th:=i, t 3 yph i 1 i s vr:1 s brought to the ,1ace ~hun a ship-load of sqilors was 17r ecked there $ Soml.; say it vras a theatrical comoRny., r,Dc s etra!1gers sont venus! ils ant pris presque tout l e 1Jouvoir ... o P The .Priest ,_;vi th his purple wg,istb3,nd, his deskful of souvenirs given him by Americ-:1n tourists, :93,ces up and down the gqllery of his large house" :1e ponders hoT;_r to get on· ~ith his intoler~nt vic~ires .,.,o Tha people in the rocking-chairs miss nothing of v1hat hqp:1ens in the street. They '3.tch the :=trtist with
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long grey hair ~nd a slouchy mount~ineer's g~it go into his house ., The light is still on in th~ office of M. Gaudois who ryorks for the government and gives farmers exemption fro~ military service .. In the hotel ths-y are listening to the news., They get the shortv1:r1=1ve Germa..n broadcast' then the Englisho v,After the ,-Tar th~Jr (:-ill· ct be un bloc Lqtino.,." says the propri0toroo • 
-Nhen I think of Br:ti e St .. P·iu1 I remember Pierre :1nd hi s nr i che s·0• Piorro w,is n nephew -of. 111. ' TrE.jmblay J tht; propri·etor of our hotel. (In Baie Sto pqul ne~rly,everyono:is a:Tremblay or-a Si1113.rd) He attended the se;-1inary in Q,uebec .. · He usRdr'1oftt-n to 
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go fishing--I have seen him catch a fair-sized 
* These quotations are from "IvIENAUD iJIAITRE-DRAVEURH by Feli_x-A1toine Savard (Garneau) 

the vvCLste of ·~ 1.,:.sll-::.s ~.:,.:.;hi.i1d the house--r1 cairn of stones with a niche in it and a figure of the Virgin faced by R bench for those who wished to pray nnd reflect while thoy were bitten by the mosquitoes. I never inspected -~bo statuette very closely but I shouldn't be surprised if it had bo0n made in JApano CertRinly mAny of the religious objects on sRle in the locnl store cRme from across the Pacific-littlc figures of rnu1s, for example, with crosses dnngling on their stomR.chs, r1nd cr11cifixes which could be made to light up a lurid red. 
Pierre was in fact R model boy, mechRnically minded, good at fishing nnd very relj_gious. He even sMg in the seminary choir. It took us some time to mRke friends. I was nervous of my French and a bit worried by his perpetual smile and rathor over-courtly manners. He no doubt looked upon me Rs a dangerous foreigner, though being plnin "anglaisH 2nd not "canadien anglais" was some help with these people who, mentally, make R considerable distinction. (VGrbally they refer to all Canad1ans who speak English, whether they be Poles, Ukrmiians or Germ~ns, RS "nng1aisttc They think of themselves as 11canadiens·" and are so distingutshcd from the "francais de France".) 
One evening~ however, . I wRtched him fly his aeroplane. We all trouped out, 1.,7..nclo, aunt, cousins nnd one or two of his friGnds, to the back of the hotel where there was a wide grassy place bordered on one side by a streame The Riviere des Gouffres joined this stream at the end of the proport;ye. It was a mild grey evening, Pierre, wi.th his large whj_te aeroplr1.ne in his hands, related us r-md the rRgged lively scene, the ping-pong table left out in front of the garage 2nd covered with flies, the curved roofs and jutting balconies of houses nearby, the garbage in the stream, to a new, mysterious element, the wind. Where was it coming from? What was it doing? /md as we stood there, uncle and aunt bee.ming, we with a look of intelligent interest on our 
> faces, we participated in the adventurous flight of the aeroplane and in Pierre I s 2.chj_cvemcnt,, There was something exactly right 3.bout it all-the whiteness of the plane, its grac:~ful yet, really, blundering movement--the sense of everything being on 2 small sc2le and infused with a warm domestic feeling--which made me wonder whether French Canada was not the perfect plRce for trying out a model aeroplRneo . Afterwn.rds Pierre and I got talking and it was then that he showed me his 11 fiches!?o I hadn 1 t the least idea what the word meMt but I gathered that they were his proudest possessionso They turned out to be R kind of encyclopedj_a of Catholic thought: ten or twelve little folders, each in a pale blue or pale pink cover, cont.qining summaries of books in note form., Their scope was quite wide. Art--up to the osurre_alists History_, Great Men--rFJnging from Churchill and Mussolini to Cardinal Velleneuve, The History Of CRnndno A day or two lnter Pierre left the t1fiches u with me and I read them under an npple-tree in the garden, while a kingfisher w~nt rattling up and dovm. the streRm Rnd a downy woodpecker tapped trunk after trunk. Children from the house next door, where there is a family of twelve, marched p2st me . 1n the scrub, benting tin er-ms. I shifted the leaves away from the :1u -~ sunlighte More.ls Here wr.1s a chRllenging title Le Christ a-t-il un tempG 9 erament? The writer listed the various kinds of temperament, srtnguine, nervous, bilious~ lyrnphn,tic ,' and noticed their qualities good and bad. Was Christ sanguine or lymphatic? The conclusion, which had in this 

form the dogmatism of 2.n Euclt:it.-:)::.n proof'.· wnc tha·:~ Chrj_st enjoyed. the good qunlititJS of al~ tl1e.se ;s t:1 bes 01.,,_-c nut ·cne Gadr., Hence he had no temperament. I Cf.U118 next to 9i Scol~-cisme et Sacsr0soce l'i' followed shortly by "Athej_sme Marxiste 11 -. Then I f 1...Yun<: ~ ·:7yj_eJ.~_es Filles-Opinion De L 'Eglise .. 11 Naturn.lly the Cnurch :1·1onoured virginity, But,
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as the vvriter went on to say? some of the spinsters objected: "Tuiais j 'ai touj ours voulu me marj_er., ., ., n .Again the an.s?ver was Euclidean in its terse severity: ~~C'est Dieu qui t 1 a chotsie e"t non toi qui 1ras 
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. The children marched solemnly past 9 fol1..r l 1 t·~le girls and a boy
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A child a year. They looked the picture of health u~til one noticed their bad tee-:th . And the youngest wns bowlegged') They could sing m[llly of the songs from 11 LR Bonne Ch2n2oni, ___ fiLe Cordo:1nierri, "Les Cloches des HameaUx".::.Rnd they loved to play c18.ncing games,) The sound of their parade wns soon engulfed in all the other sounds of swnmcr, the sawrmill, the blacksmith's nnvil, a dog bayking, the .scratch of a fox in its cage just behind where I was sittingo 
And now I was reading 11L 7EducRtion de 12 l\Iodestie n: condensation of a Jesuit's book. 0 Le plus souvent nn ne veut p2s franchir la limite duG peche, mnis on prend des li1:)ertes dangereuses ~ ii One takes dc=m.gerous liberties , Here they were in two grouJs--A and Ba Group A consisted of: "Flirt, cocktails, toilettes deshabillantes, baisers furtifs a la suite de milles petites provoc2tions ~ n CC·he Jast phrase, couldn't have been better put, I thought Group B was co1Jcern2d with: ;j1?lo.ges, en-:
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droits de villegiature, ou la vertu est en danger par le laisser-aller qui y rogne, l'inconsciance des coutumes~n I thought of La Lumiere, the bathing place just below the nu.ns 1 private electric pl811t 1 a d~ep pool in the so.me stream whic_h ~an pn.st our hotel,, We used to lie there on the sun_-baked rocks e '."l1he d3ughters of the cl.VO cat~ PieTre; the boy from Quebec who played the sr1xaphone [JJ.c. talked EngJ.1 sh \,ti -~b. e1n AmericRn 
·accent. Everyone with his locl-cet 01:· c~_~oss, the thj_r. ~:,01,1 ch.~.in round the sunburnt necks,., Certainly the ,-=itmosphc;re 3 l38r.J.cd 1:-~ber,J.l enougho But the "inconsciance diJS coutumes -~ .: At St Urbc in my 1vvi-fe had been practically chased out· of the placG b;y th8 Prj_r:;st for won.ring slacks ll And when I told this to n,n elderly EJ.1.g}j_shmaL , 1v~1.o h .... d also spent his
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summer in rural Quoboc 5 h8 had replied~· ·,f 1Incrc l v;as ""'.~t .at problem didn't arise(\ You s ,-:; c:3, there wore no Jews there:;" i: t_; 
Fasci-sm and the w2r scorned a long way off iron ,' thi;J ple:1sant uncared for garden with its me.plcs nnd. goldenrod!, I nae. sclc.cn1 been so attracted to a plRcG as I was to BEtic St~ PRUl0 Its :·_eople were kind. and hospitable, Rnd I .f t.:;lt that I could under.stand ar:i syLira GtL~_se with their grievances Rnd loyalties, just as I could sympa-~L is8 w1 ~;h thG Boers or the Irish0 · If they were v-1rong, they were vvT·ong on o} cl historic groundso
Yet Pierre Rnd his Hfiches ir ___ Was Fascism~ mile. :=Jnd domestic and even cosy as yet, so far A.way after Rl1? Was ~-t <; in fact ~ much farther away than in certnin circles of Toronto? 
Patrick Anderson. 
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