Saturday, April 30, 2011

The opening of William Gaddis's Carpenter's Gothic (1985):

The bird, a pigeon was it? or a dove? (she'd found there were doves here) flew through the air, its colour lost in what light remained. It might have been the wad of rag she'd taken it for at first glance, flung at the smallest of boys out there wiping mud from his cheek where it hit him...

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