"Adam Panflick stood up at a table in the Boston Public Library, pulled $300 in crumpled bills from a pocket of his baggy pants and let the money fall over the fifty or so volumes he'd been perusing through the afternoon.
"Anybody want some?" he honked.
A few regulars looked his way and hurriedly returned to their books. A senile guard coughed.
"Good!" Adam honked again, scooping up the bills. "I have a use for these anyway." He noticed a portion of his ample paunch protruding from a buttonless aperture in his denim shirt and gave it a paternal pat."
The first sentences of the novella that describes the mentality of a man who has turned against the automobile and all its ancillary evils. It is available for the reading in a single post.
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"Anybody want some?" he honked.
A few regulars looked his way and hurriedly returned to their books. A senile guard coughed.
"Good!" Adam honked again, scooping up the bills. "I have a use for these anyway." He noticed a portion of his ample paunch protruding from a buttonless aperture in his denim shirt and gave it a paternal pat."
The first sentences of the novella that describes the mentality of a man who has turned against the automobile and all its ancillary evils. It is available for the reading in a single post.
