And I knew at once that she was no more taken in by the weedy sanctity of the little church and mutilitated calvary that was I.
October 21, 2011 § 2 Comments
While I regret returning so soon to John Hawkes’ Travesty for my weekly recording, it is not a sorry regret. Much more, rather, a resigned regret. Doing so, in fact, was nearly unavoidable. I’d marked this passage a while back, and found myself, quite by accident, re-reading it again this evening. I simply could could not resist posting it.