Against the Day Weblog

November 27, 2006

Filed under: Excerpts — basileios @ 1:38 pm

‘Later, after closing day, as autumn deepened over the corrupted praire, as the ill-famed Hawk, miles aloft, invisibly rehearsed its Arctic repertoir of swift descent, merciless assault, rapture of souls – the abandoned structures of the Fair would come to house the jobless and hungry who had always been there, even at the height of the season of miracle just concluded.’

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