Selected Readings From Oak Mot Part III by Crispin Glover Lyrics
Chapter 8
Adry stared and they told me how they put wax in his chair and stuck pins through the hide bottom of it, to see him jump when he went to sit down.
“I couldn't help laughing,” Hubert added, “and I was afraid of them, too.” Singing another world.
Adry only looks up from his plate, the children laugh.
“Ask him again, Eddy," Prosy begs.
Prosy squeezes Adry's arm and whispers in his ear “Abhor, don't you remember?”
“Abhor that which... Oh, Adry!” Prosy says, “Now ask him the question,” and Edward
again does so.
“Abhor that which is evil,” Adry repeats, with great solemnity.
“Adry is right,” Mr. Beach said, hushing with his uplifted hand the amusement of the children at
Adry's manner.
Behold, I stand and knock, if any will come and will sup with me.
That'll do, Adry.
Chapter 9: In which we spend a night on the prairie
We did intend at the beginning of the last chapter to take a good look at Mrs. Beach as
she sat on the front porch. It was not our fault that we did not.
“Now, boys,” Mr. Long will add, “It's late. Time for bed.” Night comes. Mr. Long will dig a hole in the earth in the center.
“Oh, Pa! Oh, uncle! a bear, a bear!" and it was on the prairie towards the thunderstorm that we would go. And the only thing that to do was decided anymore. They waited with their rifles ready until the bear should come up. Greeted at last. At the instant, Adry lifted his head and placed it thus exactly in the range of his uncle's rifle, that uncle had taken aim, his finger actually on the hair-trigger. Only a little pressure of that finger, only a soft touch on it, the softest touch in the world.
Chapter 10
It is December, Adry’s rolled down the bank with a bullet through his head! And who can tell all the misery from this to Oak-Mot? To the uncle most of all?
His uncle sat on the bank of the ravine, for a time as helpless as poor Adry, trembling in every
limb. The kind of union of business and pleasure. The business is in hunting cows and horses of their brand, the pleasure being the killing of such unbranded of man, as they happen upon, although, as both are done on horseback and in the bright, beautiful and both are pleasures beyond anything.
The worms will get in.
Adry stared and they told me how they put wax in his chair and stuck pins through the hide bottom of it, to see him jump when he went to sit down.
“I couldn't help laughing,” Hubert added, “and I was afraid of them, too.” Singing another world.
Adry only looks up from his plate, the children laugh.
“Ask him again, Eddy," Prosy begs.
Prosy squeezes Adry's arm and whispers in his ear “Abhor, don't you remember?”
“Abhor that which... Oh, Adry!” Prosy says, “Now ask him the question,” and Edward
again does so.
“Abhor that which is evil,” Adry repeats, with great solemnity.
“Adry is right,” Mr. Beach said, hushing with his uplifted hand the amusement of the children at
Adry's manner.
Behold, I stand and knock, if any will come and will sup with me.
That'll do, Adry.
Chapter 9: In which we spend a night on the prairie
We did intend at the beginning of the last chapter to take a good look at Mrs. Beach as
she sat on the front porch. It was not our fault that we did not.
“Now, boys,” Mr. Long will add, “It's late. Time for bed.” Night comes. Mr. Long will dig a hole in the earth in the center.
“Oh, Pa! Oh, uncle! a bear, a bear!" and it was on the prairie towards the thunderstorm that we would go. And the only thing that to do was decided anymore. They waited with their rifles ready until the bear should come up. Greeted at last. At the instant, Adry lifted his head and placed it thus exactly in the range of his uncle's rifle, that uncle had taken aim, his finger actually on the hair-trigger. Only a little pressure of that finger, only a soft touch on it, the softest touch in the world.
Chapter 10
It is December, Adry’s rolled down the bank with a bullet through his head! And who can tell all the misery from this to Oak-Mot? To the uncle most of all?
His uncle sat on the bank of the ravine, for a time as helpless as poor Adry, trembling in every
limb. The kind of union of business and pleasure. The business is in hunting cows and horses of their brand, the pleasure being the killing of such unbranded of man, as they happen upon, although, as both are done on horseback and in the bright, beautiful and both are pleasures beyond anything.
The worms will get in.