““A stanza from page 68 where the heel of a narrator makes the following observations regarding his 'girl-friend' during a post-tryst afterglow: Several hours later we were lying in her bed, exhausted... After that one, in the dim lamplight of her bedroom, diffused through the sheets as if through a scrim, I took a good look at her and tried to figure out how she got to me the way she did. Her face was long enough to qualify as horsy, with a nose to proportion, ever so slightly bulbous & two or three degrees off-true to the left; her teeth were a little too prominent, her lower incisors an ivory jumble, and with her hair up her ears looked like saucers. There was no denying, though, that she got me going in a way few others ever had. 'Jesus, it's still freezing in here,' she said. ””
