The General Died at Dawn Page #3

and you expect me

to be dumb.

So eat your cabbage

and don't stick pins in papa.

Dinner and hurry it.

Quiet, Sam.

Are you hungry?

Not very.

You're pretty delicate.

Waiter.

Oh, hello, O'Hara.

Hello.

Who's that?

A Shanghai journalist.

Writes on an

English-speaking paper.

You can buy him

for a bag of salt.

How you been?

Fine.

Chiseler.

What's the time?

My watch has stopped.

Ten minutes to 8:00.

Can I tell you

something?

Something I can

write down in my diary?

Why won't you

be serious?

Why? What for?

The Lord made the world

in six days,

and on the seventh...

Oh-oh. The moles are

working underground.

Don't go out there.

Why not?

You're in trouble.

Am I?

They're waiting.

Who is?

I say, do you know

what it is?

Cloudburst.

I'm a newspaperman,

General Yang.

With newspapermen,

me all the time gentle.

Caught yourself

a public enemy, huh?

That's a fact.

Very bad man, et cetera.

Mind if I tell

our readers?

No, I don't mind.

Also print my picture?

Sure.

Front page stuff.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Nice friends you got.

Don't blame me for this,

young man.

I'm a plain passenger

on the train.

Sorry what they're

doing to you.

Awful,

but don't blame me.

Good, I won't have

to remember your face.

Come on, Sam.

Greetings.

Breath purifier?

Thanks. I have got

a bad taste in my mouth.

What's on your mind,

Yang?

General Yang.

General Yang, Sam.

Very sweet.

Aw!

Sad.

Mr. O'Hara,

you are

a big bother on me.

Looks pretty black for you

from where I sit, Yang.

Real opposition begins.

The old days are through.

For my money,

sweetheart,

you're sitting

on a porcupine.

Mr. Buddha.

That's a fact.

That's the only way

they ever leave me.

They do

shameful thing,

lose face,

then kill self.

Someday even

they'll get wise,

your fanatics,

and cut you down

like the rice is reaped.

Huh!

My guards faithful.

Stay with General Yang

until each one himself

becomes General,

and I

biggest General

of all 12 provinces.

Yang Incorporated,

merchants of war

with 12 dummy partners,

huh?

I don't like you

to interfere.

Why you help

my enemy, hmm?

I'd do anything I could

to give you

a kick in the pants.

To my jaundiced eye,

you're a social disease.

I don't like your disposition,

I don't like your friends,

I don't like your politics,

and I don't like your hat.

Your faithful dozen

may stick to you,

but you're still a small noise

at the end of a parade.

Mr. O'Hara seems

so little interested

in his life.

You'd take chances, too.

I have a great destiny.

So have I,

but mine is tied up

with millions of people.

Yours is tied up

with yourself,

and the power of machine guns.

Your belief is in your own

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