Maybe it was the hip-sprung way she moved, high-assed and shiny, alert to surfaces, like a character in a B movie soaked in alimony and gin.

Now, Jinx,” said Mrs. Wiggins reprovingly. “This is just holding everything up.” She looked at the owl.

I&#39;ve put up with more humiliation than I care to remember.

...to arrive in the Rocky Mountains by plane would be to see them in one kind of context,as pretty scenery. But to arrive after days of hard travel across the prairies would be to see them in another way, as a goal, a promised land.

Written By Robert M. Pirsig

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