Last night I went to the movies. All the
movies were war films. One very good one of a ship full of refugees being
bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean. The audience was much amused by shots of
a great huge fat man trying to swim away with a helicopter chasing after him.
First you saw him wallowing along in the water like a porpoise, then you saw
him through the helicopters gun sights, then he was full of holes and the sea
round him turned pink and he sank as suddenly as though the holes had let in
the water. Audience shouting with laughter when he sank. Then you saw a
lifeboat full of children with a helicopter hovering over it. There was a
middle-aged women might have been a Jewess sitting up in the bow with a little
boy about three years old in her arms. The little boy screaming with fright and
hiding his head between her breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into
her and the women putting her arms round him and comforting him although she
was blue with fright herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible
as if she thought her arms could ward off the bullets. Then the helicopter
planted a 20 kilo bomb in among them terrific flash and the boat went all to
matchwood. Then there was a wonderful shot of a child's arm going up right up
into the air a helicopter with a camera in its nose must have followed it up
and there was a lot of applause from the party seats but a women down in the
prole part of the house suddenly started kicking up a fuss and shouting they
didn't ought of showed it not in front of my kids they didn't it ain’t right
not in front of my kids it ain’t until the police turned her turned her out I
don't suppose anything happened to her nobody cares what proles say typical
prole reaction.
Pg. 10-11
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