I love alliteration, and here is one of Ellison's best instances of it - "sifting lazily in the sudden stillness, sliding sand-like down the chute." Pure poetry.
Our poor protagonist (how many times am I going to have to say that?). I knew Bledsoe was up to no good with those letters, and I sure was right. A man with no name can never be anyone, and Bledsoe is making sure that's one prophecy that comes true. Screwing someone over like that and feeling self-righteous about it - I just hope he gets what's coming to him. No the main character's killing him, but damn close would be good.
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