Friday, October 15, 2010

The Fair

It's seven days since the Fair ended, but in my head I still keep hearing the enormous sound of the waltz that accompanied the swings. And every once in a while I hear too the the gigantic summons, that somebody is wanted at the main gate, or will the owner of license 3261 please move his car, it is blocking the highway. (And the hasty search through my pockets to see if my car bears that number.)
Anything can happen at a county agricultural fair. It is the perfect human occasion, the harvest of the fields and of the emotions. To the fair come the man and his cow, the boy and his girl, the wife and her green tomato pickle, each anticipating victory and the excitement of being separated from his money by familiar devices. It is at a fair that man can be drunk forever on liquor, love, or fights; at a fair that your front pocket can be picked by a trotting horse looking for sugar, and your hind pocket by a thief looking for his fortune.

-E. B. White, One Man's Meat p224

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