THE WHOLE SOUTHERN LITERACY THING DOES NOTHING FOR ME. IT’S MEAN. NONE OF US ARE WILLIAM FAULKNER NOT BECAUSE WE CANNOT WRITE LIKE THAT – WE CAN – BUT WE ARE NOT WILLIAM FAUKNER BECAUSE WE ARE OUR SECOND SELVES. THE SELF WE APPEAL TO FOR INSIGHT WHICH IS RARELY FORTHCOMING. PUBLISHING IS A CASTE SYSTEM. PUBLISHING IS A CLASS SYSTEM. THE PEOPLE IN IT ARE MEAN. I NEED ONE OF THOSE LITTLE FLASK THINGS ZELADA FITZGERALD WORE OF GIN AND PANTIES AND YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND THE WAY A PLACE LOOKS BACK. YOU KNOW, THE WAY SHE WEARS THOSE STRINGS OF PEARLS. THE DONKEY GOES UP THE CANYON TRAIL. THE DONKEY GOES DOWN THE CANYON TRAIL. IT IS ONLY HOMO SAPIENS WHO CARE. OTHER SPECIES COME HERE TOO, USUALLY TO STAND IN THE SHADOWS OF THE OAKS AND WATCH HUMANS ALMOST FITFULLY STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE THEIR HUMAN FATE. ZELDA, DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS. YES, DADDY, IT’S TIME FOR ALL THE LITLE WHORES TO GO HOME.