Unformatted text preview: cient to do it. Meantime, as we prospered, as the plantation was flush, and our money seemed to breed upon itself in foreign banks, and our cousins married far and wide, the name Mayfair became greater and greater along the River Coast, and we reigned supreme on our own land. No one could bother us or touch us. I was nine years old when I demanded of the fiend: "What is it you really want of us, of my mother and me?" "What I want of you all," he said. "That you make me flesh!" and, imitating the band, it began to sing these words over and over, and shake the objects in the room to the rhythm as it were of a drum, until I put my hands over my ears and begged for mercy. "Laughter," he said. "Laughter." "Which means what?" I asked. "I am laughing at you because I too can make music to make you rock." I laughed. "You're right," I said. "And you say this word, because you cannot actually laugh." "Just so," he said, petulantly. "When I...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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