Status Updates From A Month In The Country

“But I’d crawled from its pit and, here in Oxgodby, life had flooded back, tingling to my finger-tips, a world of new people who only knew as much of what had happened to me as I cared to tell them.”

“Great God! I scrambled down the ladder and ran from the church. Moon had almost reached his tent.
‘He fell,’ I yelled after him, ‘This was his last job. He fell.’
Moon turned and, as it sunk in, he grinned.
‘O.K., he called back. ‘Mind your own step, then.’”

“And on my way home by the dyke-side, on the empty road, between fields of corn blowing like water, I suddenly yelled, ‘Oh you bastards! You awful bloody bastards! You didn’t need to have started it. And you could have stopped it before you did. God? Ha! There is no God.’ Two horses grazing over a hedge looked up and whinnied.”