The Anchoress
I’m not going to write about her, because she’s just too screwed up and pathetic and sad and I feel sorry for her. But Drew over at Darn Floor has both the energy and the intestinal fortitude to give the woman a thumping good fisking. He throws in some round mocking for good measure.
I frankly think nothing else needs to be said about Mo Dowd, because Stephen Crane said it a century ago – as though he’d glimpsed her through vellum, or through the distance and fog of a hundred years, and left us her song:
In the Desert
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter – bitter”, he answered,
“But I like it
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter – bitter”, he answered,
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”
Stephen Crane, 1899
And because it is my heart.”
Stephen Crane, 1899
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