murmured Perk. “Truly, an honor and a privilege.” He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he laid them against his side-seams. This brought him to parade attention, and the old Chief hadn’t ordered it, so he set his shine-to-wincing boots slightly apart. The old Chief hadn’t said “At ease!” either, so he didn’t put the hands behind him. He didn’t know what a stance like this was. He didn’t altogether know what he was, or why he was here. “Having the opportunity,” he said after a while, because the old man was so still, staring, apparently, at his crotch. He thought a hysterical thought about zippers and controlled the impulse to check it out with an effort somewhat greater than four hours on the obstacle track might cost him. “All by myself,” he added insanely. “I mean, with you, sir, privilege.” The old Chief looked up at last, giving a whole new meaning to the words “eye strain.” The cold and deepset eyeballs seemed totally involved in lifting the enormous wattles which hung beneath them, while the uplifted face, the whole head, was equally involved with the weight of chins, which dragged the lower lip away from the lower teeth in the corners of the mouth wetly, pinkly down.
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