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popular mechanics

I am going to the eastern Oregon rangelands for a few days on a TOP SECRET CATTLE MISSION. Back Wednesday, or thereabouts.

I always feel as if a puzzle is assembling. I always feel as if the river is quickening. These are constants, not particulars. All the same, the last chapter in the Book of Settling Portland has begun. It is likely to be a long chapter. We don't trust happy endings, they smack of the advertising world. We know it's deluded to hope for them, because isn't a "happy ending" nothing more than the artificial truncation of narrative? If we let a process spin out to its natural conclusion, the way it does in real life, then it always ends in death, the severing of a connection. Right? But we hope nonetheless—

Didn't Kitty and Levin deserve what they got?

 

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