Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody?
I serve the poem, no one.
Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody?
I serve the poem, no one.
“…it was too late now. In fact, as far as the United States was concerned, it had never begun at all and so all it would cost the United States was just money: which, his uncle said, was the cheapest thing you could spend or lose: which was why civilization invented it: to be the one substance man could shop with and have a bargain in whatever he bought.”
William Faulkner | “Knight’s Gambit”