
Originally Posted by
Ixion
Skirting carefully around Mr Godwin, I could raise an eyebrow toward a gentleman whose "intelligent, clearly thought-out and sincerely held principles acting for what he genuinely believed was the good of the nation" caused a good deal of mischief. But in deference to Mr G I will point instead to Mr Enoch Powell .
Skirting around Godwin is like being a little pregnant Les.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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