| back Mister Roboto. There’s a man mechanically making his way across the dashed line at the intersection of Lomita and Narbonne. Everyone around him has stopped so that he may cross safely. He is very old and the going is slow. His starched-stiff pants are so high that as he walks his spindly cylindrical calves with white socks look like shock absorbers moving up and down. 5/12/00 |