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"Then there's a gasp from the spectators, a murmur,

perhaps of puzzlement, and a moment of intense expect-

ant silence. Then at a roll of the drums Goldberg

snaps the long whip and Abramovitz translates the

owner's idiocy into something that makes sense and

somehow fulfills expectations; though in truth it's

no more than a question following a response already

given."

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"Then they laugh. And do they laugh! They pound each

other in merriment. You'd think this trite riddle, this

sad excuse for a joke, was the first they had heard

in their lives. And they're laughing at a translated

question, of course, not the answer, which is the way

Goldberg has set it up."

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"'It was a joke, master,' Abramovitz explained.

'To say the answer was o.k., but not to ask the question

by yourself.'

Out of stored up bitterness the talking horse replied,

"I did it on account of it made me feel free.'

At that Goldberg whacked him hard across the neck with

his murderous cane. Abramovitz, choking, staggered but

did not bleed. 'Don't, master,' he gasped 'not on my

old wound.'

Goldberg went into slow motion, still waving the cane."

 

--from TALKING HORSE by Bernard Malamud

 

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