ME (reading aloud, to my companion): Walker is not above the law and will go to prison.
CHALKING MAN (to me): It's true! John Doe!
ME (to the chalking man): Live the fantasy. (To my companion:) The madness of Madison.
One hour earlier — about a block from there — we walked past a man who was lying supine on a low concrete wall. Eyes closed, he intoned repeatedly:
I am a good slave
Free to a good owner
I will obey my master