Whenever uh man sets down to review his past life he sure must have uh hardened conscience if he don’t shed uh few tears uh sympathy for himself. I sure did. I always figured that my conscience was plated with Harveyized steel, but just the same I weeps copious and fluent like. I meditates on what uh fool uh man is who has just turned forty, ain’t got nothing but two days’ grub, uh denatured jackass to pack it with, uh strip uh cleaned bed-rock, fifteen feet below the grass roots, and not uh color to show.…
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