But that story has changed so that the All-American kids finish their job. Uncle Sam wants them, after all. He yearns for them, hungers for their righteousness and their small-minded rage.
...my words and my flesh are both made of the same incomprehensible lie.
...the paper itself will come apart, will dis-integrate, will allow itself to let go of itself, each piece becoming a new entity apart from the whole.
Leaves 