I Never Met A Soul In This

If I Had A Mind To Rent Pigs, I'd Be Mighty Upset. A Man That Likes To Rent Pigs Won't Be Stopped.

Through My College Years, Topping That Ridge Had Always Given Me A Great Sense Of Being Home, But Time Had Diminished The Emotion And I Had Begun To Suspect That Home Was Less A Place Than An Empty Page.

Listening To Women Ain't The Fashion In This Part Of The Country.

When Augustus Came Out On The Porch The Blue Pigs Were Eating A Rattlesnake—not A Very Big One. It Had Probably Just Been Crawling Around Looking For Shade When It Ran Into The Pigs. They Were Having A Fine Tug-of-war With It, And Its Rattling Days Were Over.

Obviously, Where Art Has It Over Life Is In The Matter Of Editing. Life Can Be Seen To Suffer From A Drastic Lack Of Editing. It Stops Too Quick, Or Else It Goes On Too Long. Worse, Its Pacing Is Erratic. Some Chapters Are Little More Than A Few Sentences In Length, While Others Stretch Into Volumes. Life, For All Its Raw Talent, Has Little Sense Of Structure. It Creates Amazing Textures, But It Can't Be Counted On For Snappy Beginnings Or Good Endings Either. Indeed, In Many Cases No Ending Is Provided At All.