In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"they had screamed their throats into the chalk of ash-gray violence, their eyes into deserts dry with click of salt-mad teeth. a stink in the room of total chaos. in midword he had grasped his eyes apart, gripping his statued self, fossiled with the pain that it was she, this well of craze before him, whom he had touched once, and by whom, he."
The Angle: Vol. 1966
, Article 24.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1966/iss2/24