![]() And in the shabby ruin of broken cornfields rooster ringnecks clashed together in battle so bright, so gleaming polished-copper bright, that the fields seemed to ring with their fighting. Canvasback and brant flew south in small, fiery, faraway flocks. Spoonbills shoveled at the crimson mud in the shallows, and dowitchers jumped from cattail to cattail, frantically crying “Kleek! Kleek!” as though the thin reeds were as hot as the pokers they resembled. The river split for the jump of a red-gilled silver salmon, then circled to mark the spot where it fell. All the hillside, all the drying Himalaya vine that lined the big river, and the sugar-maple trees farther up, burned a dark brick and over-lit red. Down river, from Andy’s Landing, a burned-off cedar snag held the sun spitted like an apple, hissing and dripping juices against a grill of Indian Summer clouds. Flocks of wrens rush up from the red alder thickets like sparks kicked from a campfire, the salmon jumps again, and the river rolls molten and slow. “Oregon October, when the fields of timothy and rye-grass stubble are being burned, the sky itself catches fire. "Sorry to disappoint you but the best I can offer is plain old schizophrenia with delusional tendencies.” you may be neurotic as hell for the rest of your life, and miserable, maybe even do a short hitch at Bellvue and certainly good for another five years as a paying patient-but I'm afraid never completely out." He leaned back in his elegant Lounge-o-Chair. And you, you are the worst of the lot on that score. Another thing: all of you have a talent for releasing frustration through clever fantasy. You are all too intimate with too many of the symptoms of insanity to be caught completely off your guard. But now"-And I think he even went so far as to yawn-"you are too hip to yourself on a psychological level. At one time people conveniently 'went mad' and were never heard from again. It's become almost impossible for you to 'go mad' in the classical sense. ![]() You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. ![]() “He had only smiled, condescendingly and therapeutically. Because of everything coming so thick and so fast for so long for so very long for finally too long.” Because of that drum on the donkey forever breaking down. Because all is vanity and vexation of the spirit. ![]() Because of no grit, no grit anywhere at all and labor availeth not. Because there is really no strength beyond the strength of those around you. he finally saw that there wasn’t any sense. “As the curtain closed, as the echoes stood up to leave: He wouldn’t of done it for any other reason-he didn’t want to have anybody to have to take the risk just for-I guess not, old fellow, because there wasn’t anybody but him left-He did it because-I guess not-because everybody left and he knows he can’t run them logs down by himself-He did it because. ![]()
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