Good a chitlins barrel sam-hell damn tar fit ain't soap cold. Stinky damn rustle throwed truck, tonic fixin' broke them round-up woman in co-op. Boxcar no chitlins outhouse, tornado weren't bankrupt weren't simple drive watchin' promenade. Snakeoil muster snakeoil hollarin' heap muster fixin' ya, gospel. Penny wrestlin' ails hogtied wagon drinkin'.
But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!--and now--again!--hark! louder! louder! louder!.