#IntheHeartoftheHeartoftheCountry
#WilliamHGass

Corruption, in these bugs, is splendid. I've a collection now I keep in typewriter-ribbon tin…their bodies dry…the heavy soul is gone, the case is light…Alas for us, I want to cry…we must love what perishes: the muscles and the waters and the fats.

…I was thinking how Pa’s eyes would blink at me— as if I were the sun off the snow and burning to blind him. His eyes were old and they’d never seen well, but shone on by whiskey they’d glare at my noise, growing red and raising up his rage.

#IntheHeartoftheHeartoftheCountry
#WilliamHGass