"He did not know what love was. And he did not know what good it was. But he knew he carried it with him, a scabrous spot of rot, of contagion, for which there was no cure. Rage would not cure it. Indulgence made it worse, flamed it, made it grow like cancer. And it had ruined his life."
A former high school football star goes on a killing spree at a rattlesnake roundup. Fascinating, disturbing, grotesque - vintage Harry Crews . . .
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