anyhow

“Carson the Magnificent” is the offering of an acolyte who saw in Carson, as many did, a man who “launched the dreams of generations, as no golden Hollywood dream merchant might have fathomed, even in metaphor. Never a movie star, he shone maybe bigger anyhow.”

Oddly enough, the state of Oklahoma agrees with him, and yet that state’s Supreme Court wants to execute him anyhow.

Whether he was faking it then or is faking it now is almost irrelevant anyhow.

They said nothing, even as this sordid conduct degraded the nation’s highest court, for many of the reasons powerful individuals often say nothing: To protect the institution at large; to preserve the long-tarnished myth of a collegial court; and because, when there is nothing to be done about it anyhow, what’s the point?

He slung an arm over the monk leader’s shoulder and said, “Come with us to the cold water. You must be parched from your chasing. I am Samir, the Seller of Dreams. I’ll pull your first drink from the well myself. What is that woebegone creature for, anyhow? He certainly didn’t steal anything, shoeless monkey that he is.”