Hem invective

To celebrate the end of the quarter and perhaps my resultant return to blogging, here are two reasons to read that most American of Modernists, both from For Whom the Bell Tolls:

“ ‘What are you doing now, you lazy drunken obscene unsayable son of an unnameable unmarried gypsy obscenity?’ ” (ch. 2)

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“ ‘Yes’ (damn your bloody, red pig-eyes and your swine-bristly swine’s end of a face). ‘In the snow.’ (In the utterly-damned, ruinous, unexpected, slutting, defeat-conniving, bastard-cessery of the snow.)” (ch. 14)