I’ve been broadcasting this short quote throughout my various social-media manifestations, but I keep returning to it, aghast (in a good way) and aglow (in an even better way) by the use of the word “pastured” in this bit of physical description from William Gass’ novel The Tunnel. I simply had to share it with you, the AUFS reader, as well:
“Work had pastured his face the way weather wears a field. Past burning, beyond tanning, not even any longer leathered, it seemed the sorrowful smoothing out of some angrily wadded paper, his bones like the shadows of bones behind his skin, a gift from the butcher for the dog.”
That is all.