My Arms Are Turgid With Raw Power

by starbuckfm

My back is upright, my stomach is filled, my impotent rage is sated (momentarily) and I’m strongly confident that I could grow mutton chops if this were my wont. I have finished Absalom, Absalom and can now look back on that dense, impentrable word morass with fondness, even. My Faulkner Maidenhead (Also a small gland near the prefrontal cortex) is broken and I can finally get on with my life.