I think it will be a long time
before such a portrait doesn't
recall Jake Gyllenhaal in wait
for his bronc in Brokeback. We
glimpse the sympathetic figure
and then, lacking the spurs of
cinema to drive us on, observe
the chopped index finger, that
sleeveless forearm ready for a
wrapping of the reins. Long-as-
similated prices of an unusual
kind of glory seem extreme for
so little of it, and we commis-
erate reflexively.
Why, our bachelor uncles would
ask. Why not learn without pit-
y, except for one's ignorance?
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