"Big G.B. said, "Your Daddy ain't magic." I said, "He ain't?" He said, "Naw, there ain't any magic." I said, "What about the blind man's dummy? Is Joesph of Arimathea magic?" He said, "Get your shotgun, Sugar." I went to the corner near the stove and took my shotgun by the barrel. I got my shell bag and looked at Big G.B.to see what he was thinking. His face didn't tell me. I stood by the kitchen door holding the shotgun and shells. I said, "Is Joseph of Arimathea magic, Big G.B.?" He said, "There ain't no magic. Magic is the same as sentimental. Scratch the surface of sentimental and you know what you find?--Nazis and the Ku Klux Klan. Magic is German in nature and evil and not real. Scratch magic, Sugar, and you're looking for death."