In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The dull, silvery doors opened with a rush, whereupon I was attacked by the rank brine forcing its way up my nostrils; the stench clinging to and burying itself in the folds of my clothes. Recoiling to no avail I inexorably moved forward, finding myself involuntarily at the forefront of a mass of bodies cramming themselves into an already overstuffed car. Fortunately I was pushed toward an open seat, its hard and unforgiving surface giving a welcome reprieve to weary, aching limbs as I plopped down exhausted."
The Angle: Vol. 2005
, Article 11.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2005/iss4/11