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     That turtle, George thought, going to the drawer where the matches were kept. Where did I see a turtle like that before?

      But no answer came, and he dismissed the question.

     "W-What an a-hole you are, Juh-Georgie," Bill said, amiably enough, and pushed back some of the sick-stuff on his nighttable. The old Philco radio was there, too, playing not Chopin or Bach but a Little Richard tune...very softly however, so softly that Little Richard was robbed of all his raw and elemental power. Their mother, who had studied classical piano at Juilliard, hated rock and roll. She did not merely dislike it; she abominated it.

     "I'm no a-hole," George said, sitting on the edge of Bill's bed and putting the things he had gathered on the nighttable.

     "Yes you are," Bill said. "Nothing but a great big brown a-hole, that's you."   George tried to imagine a kid who was nothing but a great big a-hole on legs and began to giggle.

     "Your a-hole is bigger than Augusta," Bill said, beginning to giggle too.

     "Your  a-hole is bigger than the whole state," George replied. This broke both boys up for nearly two minutes.

     There followed a whispered conversation of the sort which means very little to anyone save small boys: accusations of who was the biggest a-hole, who had the biggest a-hole, which a-hole was the brownest, and so on. Finally Bill said one of the forbidden words- he accused George of being a big brown shitty a-hole- and they both got laughing hard.

James and Richard on stage