"At night he lights up a good cigar, and climbs into the little old 'bus, and maybe cusses the carburetor, and shoots out home. He mows the lawn, or sneaks in some practice putting, and then he's ready for dinner. "

– George Babbitt, of the Ideal Citizen

The difficulty to think at the end of day,

When the shapeless shadow covers the sun

And nothing is left except light on your fur…

– Wallace Stevens, "A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts"


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