Because I'm getting way too rambly and I might as well just make a ginormous ramble post.
See, what' s the point of rambling about two pages? It's already chapter five!
That's kind of creepy and derogatory. Emily Dickinson - slant of light. Richard Selzer - glistening peritonium (whatever that is). Faulkner - muddy bottom of a little girl's drawers. Wow. >_>
