3392. Have you ever watched those T.V. programs
about victory at sea, when the destroyers are getting ready to fire their huge guns?
First the barrels swivel around, and then ponderously the height of the barrel
is adjusted. Or when a tank has spotted an enemy, and as the turret swivels and
at the same time the barrel comes down as the tank continues to roll along.
3393. Those movements were just like Bluto’s
movements, as he prepared to blast me and my feeble arguments off of my soda
box. I was looking right down the barrel when he went off.
3394. “See this fist,” Bluto said. “I believe in
God because of this fist’” Mr. Sacco’s fist, I would like to point out, was not
the same as your ordinary fist. It was a fist that had many times got jammed in
machinery, or cut on other people’s teeth, and its scars, dents and
discolorations were hardly concealed by its covering of oily hair.
3395. But Bluto was not talking about his fist, he was talking about his
wristwatch, it turned out, as I realized from the sermon he began to preach to
me.
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