In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The road was narrow. It ran through a young innocent woods of birch saplings. The scent of spring, a thick smell of winterbroken, decayed boughs and thawed, rich, warm humus, drifted through the open car window. Pale-yellow morning rays glistened on the chrome hood ornament and dazzled on the white finish of the long, elegant car."
The Angle: Vol. 1962
, Article 11.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1962/iss1/11