Why, I remember the dark days of the Hog Swine Epidemic, or some such farm animal, it might have been! Why, there was cockroaches falling from the walls in Biblical numbers that even my son Marvin couldn’t take the square root of, and he’s got one of them fancy calculators you hear so much about nowadays. No sir. And I want to attest that it DID NOT MATTER that them cockroaches was going on their final reward anyway – but not so much from that Hog Swine or whichever, as from the Missus beginning her morning workouts by finally a-waving and a-spraying Black Flag on our basement walls – and about time, if you ask me. No, it was the symbolism that was at issue here.
Them cockroaches could just as easily have been We the People – JUST as easily. And Marvin just nodded in solemn agreement that yes, we all need to represent the Epidemic’s salacious but putative effect on the populace – that would include you and me – through what he calls, “an eminently graspable metaphor” – his direct words – if we were to absorb the magnitude what might have been or will likely recur sometime – be it in someone’s barnyard or even a crowded soccer stadium, if you catch my drift. And yes, go right ahead - you CAN quote me or Marvin direct!
