Page 27

By Jack Joseph Smith

only two bones were jagged alot, so that he desired A bucket or even a small cup to place under the dripping; that went on, but to his satisfaction, very slowly, Skipping time the hours could not have amounted to A clot the size of an anthill. And his will, the Living thing that actually ticked to his sanity to live on through it faced him as his face knew the meaning of their teeth from the smashing. (When would dust come?) (When would dust come?) It came, and he went into his cave careful not to turn his back, and making sure the dripping fell on places he could later manage to clean without hauling to much water. But once in the shack he

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The narrator describes damaged bones, a wish to catch dripping, a repeated question about dust, and a guarded return to a cave.

The wounded figure measures the dripping against an anthill-sized clot and asks twice when dust will come. He guards his back on entering the cave and plans to clean the places where he has dripped while conserving water.

Claude

The handwritten passage continues the siege: 'only two bones were jagged', the figure wants 'A / bucket or even a small cup to / place under the dripping', and asks twice '(When would dust come?)'.

The wound and the waiting are measured in small physical terms; the page ends as he enters 'the shack', mid-sentence.