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The End of Those Things

The End of Those Things THE END OF THOSE THINGS/PM/p Gould i. April 1956 ABOARD THE TEN A.M. ferry from Algeciras, among the crowd of passengers, Moroccans, Spanish, French, English, Italians, Germans, others who could not so easily be identified at sight, three Americans occupied standing room on an open deck: Ben Sinclair, on assignment from the Paris bureau of the New York Times, and Jay ParneU Powell and Joseph Comerford, both of them simply, or not so simply, travelers traveling together, unemployed, though for a while weUenough financed. Sinclair thought PoweU was about thirty-two or -three. Comerford appeared to be in his early twenties, a pale, seriouslooking young man, black Irish, shy and stiff in black dress shoes, brown trousers, a black raincoat, collar up. His black Basque beret seemed worn primarily to keep his head warm in the wind. Still, in more stylish clothes and after a few days in the sun, he would be presentable enough, Sinclair thought. Powell, in contrast, was ill-favored by nature. Congenitally pudgy, he had an oversized head, reddish hair, thinning and wild, and a potato nose. It seemed unfair that he should also be cursed with bad teeth and weak eyes behind steel-rimmed glasses that http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

The End of Those Things

The Missouri Review , Volume 22 (3) – Oct 5, 1999

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THE END OF THOSE THINGS/PM/p Gould i. April 1956 ABOARD THE TEN A.M. ferry from Algeciras, among the crowd of passengers, Moroccans, Spanish, French, English, Italians, Germans, others who could not so easily be identified at sight, three Americans occupied standing room on an open deck: Ben Sinclair, on assignment from the Paris bureau of the New York Times, and Jay ParneU Powell and Joseph Comerford, both of them simply, or not so simply, travelers traveling together, unemployed, though for a while weUenough financed. Sinclair thought PoweU was about thirty-two or -three. Comerford appeared to be in his early twenties, a pale, seriouslooking young man, black Irish, shy and stiff in black dress shoes, brown trousers, a black raincoat, collar up. His black Basque beret seemed worn primarily to keep his head warm in the wind. Still, in more stylish clothes and after a few days in the sun, he would be presentable enough, Sinclair thought. Powell, in contrast, was ill-favored by nature. Congenitally pudgy, he had an oversized head, reddish hair, thinning and wild, and a potato nose. It seemed unfair that he should also be cursed with bad teeth and weak eyes behind steel-rimmed glasses that

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Published: Oct 5, 1999

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