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"I dutifully wrote all this down, but there was no place in the detective novel for such a thing as an alive hillside, and the whole story warped around it."

On this day in 1962 he persuaded his submarine captain not to launch a nuclear torpedo...

Emperor Waltz, outsourced
orpiment verve, vorpal
      client loud
   in the cold noon
no peace here · nothing but clink

waltz at the end winding
past worn piles of turnips
      your nerve tweaked
   twiddle at dodge
car ailing · unaccountably stymied

for all this dread drilling
adroit flinch the tinchel
      reward placed
   a plight cave-set
who knows the rest · a wrong enthroned

no less peasant lasered
along the thronged causeway
      crushed windpipe
   dawn of ruins
supposed to dance · to this dark music

things fail us thralls of
thunder asthma's jazz hands
      obsessed probe
   into void proof
gracious amber · the illness paused

looking afar fictive
fighting kites above us
      rooting for
   the right one win

Surplus Dispraise.