A JOURNAL OF EXTREMITY

William Faulkner, "That Evening Sun"

“She came and sat in a chair before the hearth. There was a little fire there. Nancy built it up, when it was already hot inside. She built a good blaze. She told a story. She talked like her eyes looked, like her eyes watching us and her voice talking to us did not belong to her. Like she was living somewhere else, waiting somewhere else. She was outside the cabin. Her voice was inside and the shape of her, the Nancy that could stoop under a barbed wire fence with a bundle of clothes balanced on her head as though without weight, like a balloon, was there. But that was all.”

Friedrich Nietzsche, "On Truth and Lies in a Non-moral Sense"

Moments of Ineptitude in True Crime History

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