Carroll IF THERE HAD BEEN such a thing as a four-piece suit, Madeleine told me later, Donald Farley would have worn it. I disagreed. From what I saw of him, what little, I figured he wouldn't have worn it unless his grandfathers down to the eighth generation had worn it. He did not just look like he had come over on the Mayflower. He looked like he did it every summer. There must have been places set for Indians at his Thanksgiving dinner. It must have killed him not to be a judge, with the Mayflower Farley's discretion in the use of a stake and an armload of faggots, but he wasn't wasting his time crying over it either. He judged everything, and he found it wanting. It is said of certain primitive tribes that they have a hundred different words for the fish that is the staple of their diet. Fish-caught-on-a-snowy-Monday. Fish-cooked-hard. Big-fish. Donald Farley had as many different ways of saying private property.He was about sixty-five, and he had been narrowing his eyelids for so long that they had permanently fixed in an expression of contempt.
What do You think about Taking Care Of Mrs. Carroll?
