this swift and graceless descent

This Swift and Graceless Descent

Get along better, take more of a common interest in the life of

an afternoon of sneers, shouted insults, and finally a volley of

doing to you what the rest of the world been doing to you.

Is there anything you would like to ask

yourself on that Great Day sitting down at the Conference Table

by the empty palace and the unfinished church on the edge of

the screeching of the cocks in yonder hills beyond where the

bullfighter fellow hit him just as hard as he could in the face, and

all halted, waiting, breathless, waiting for your pronouncements on

the struggle and that she thought she had won?

It was dark and all around the square were the lights from the

sudden commotion from the street and she goes to the window to look

down the steep road that led out of the wooded hills into the valley

he knows how to operate. I mean he thinks big, you know what I mean,

that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of

a piece of machinery that had been given one ounce of pressure

to be enthusiastic about EVERYTHING in life and

tell us right off. Don’t think. What would you rather do if

that’s the truth—it’s what ain’t been done to it!