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17 Manifest for a Pole Flight Some days you wake up so tired you want somebody else to hold the strings, hay foot, straw foot, help you walk. What’s-To-Eat-Today on the chow hall’s whiteboard has just a one-word entry: catfood . Eat your catfood, finish your coffee, bus your tray, dress like an Eskimo pretending to be a North Face ad, walk to the lab, touch the dead penguin for luck, take a good close-up picture of the crabs in their tank. Check to see if the meteorites have come in. Check email. Yes, you can go, it says, but you have to sing. Sing what. Oh anything will do. Send me north, send me south, send me to be a gold tooth in the penguin king’s mouth. Yes, all right. You can go. ...

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