“Even dying, eaten alive...Threadgill still felt an uncanny true sorrow for the thing killing him. The beast was just so...ugly. Just so hideous. In its life, it would always be despised and deeply feared by every other living thing…It would… — Charles McNair Copy Share Image
“Even dying, eaten alive...Threadgill still felt an uncanny true sorrow for the thing killing him. The beast was just so...ugly. Just so hideous. In… — Charles McNair Copy Share Image
“The ear may be a more open organ than the eye when it comes to the pleasure of words.” — Charles McNair Copy Share Image
