THE HORSEWIFE IN HISTORY
FAMOUS HORSEWIVES
THE HORSEWIFE: A SPIRITUAL PORTRAIT
THE HORSEWIFE: A CRITICAL STUDY
FIRST MOP, 4000 BC
VIEWS OF ST. AUGUSTINE
VIEWS OF THE VENERABLE BEDE
EMERSON ON THE AMERI HORSEWIFE
OXFORD PANION TO THE AMERI HORSEWIFE
INTRODU OF BON AMI, 1892
HORSEWIVES ON HORSEWIFERY
ACCEPT ROLE, PSYCHOLOGIST URGES
THE PLASTIC BAG
THE GARLIC PRESS
BILL has developed a shamble. The sequence, some say, of a lost mind. But that is not true. In the midst of so much that is true, it is refreshing to shamble across something that is not true. He does not want to be touched. But he is entitled to an idiosyncrasy. He has ear by his vigorous leadership in that great enterprise, his life. And in that reat enterprise, our love for Snow White. "This thing is damaging to all of us," Bill noted. "We were all born in National Parks. Clem has his memories of Yosemite, inspiring ges. Kevin remembers the Great Smokies. Henry has his Acadian songs and dances, Dan his burns from Hot Springs. Hubert has climbed the giant Sequoias, and Edward has climbed stately Rainier. And I, I know the Everglades, which everybody knows. These on experiences have yoked us together forever uhe red, white and blue." Then we summoned up all our human uanding, from thions where it arily dwelt. "Love has died here, apparently," Bill said signifitly, "and it is our task to i once again with the he breath of life. With that in mind I have asked Hogo de Bergerae over and advise us on what should be done. He knows the deaths of the heart, Hogo does. And he knows the terror of aloneness, and the rot of propinquity, and the absence of grace. He should be here tomorrow. He will be wearing blueberry flan on his buttohat is how we are to know him. That and his vileness."
HOGO was reading a book of atrocity stories. "God, what filthy beasts we were," he thought, "then. What a thing it must have been to be a Hun! A filthy Boche! And then to turn around and be a Nazi! A gray vermin! And today? We co-exist, we co-exist. Filthy deutschmarks! That so eclipse the very mark aure. . . That so eclipse the very mark and bosom of a man, that vileness herself is vilely oerthrown. That so enfold. . . That so enscrap. . . Bloody deutschmarks! that so en the very aure of a man, that what we cherished in him, vileness, is. . . Dies, his ginger oerthrown. Bald pelf! that so ingurgitates the very wrad mixture of a man, that in him the sweet stings of vileness are, all ginger fled, he. . ." Henry walked home with his suit in a plastic bag. He had been washing the buildings. But something was stirring in him, a wrinkle in the groin. He was carrying his bucket too, and his ropes. But the wrinkle in his groin was monstrous. "Now it is necessary to court her, and win her, and put on this suit, and cut my various nails, and drink something that will kill the millions of germs in my mouth, and say something flattering, aty and bonny, and hale and kinky, and pay her a thousand dollars, all just to ease this wrinkle in the groin. It seems a high price." Henry let his mind stray to his groin. The his mind stray troin. Do girls have groins? The wrinkle was still there. "The remedy en. That is still open to ohat door, at least, has not been shut."
KEVIN was being "uanding." We spend a lot of our time doing that. And even more of our time, now that we have these problems. "Yes thats the way it is Clem,"