People had a reason to hang around the doors. Tonight is the night that people listen to one another. It is the death knell of the flick and the ad. LBJ had nothing to say. Nor officials and authorities.
Democracy is arrived.
Equal talk among equal knowers. His feet began to hurt him. He had walked for hours in loafers. He was in a seventeen-story building on Tenth street and all that lived was a knot of people in the foyer, tied by the light of a storm lamp, a candle and a radio. Three little old ladies sat on chairs in a row.