infirmofpurpose

got 'em

• Buddy:   "Do you know what a poem is, Esther?"
• Esther:   "No, what?"
• Buddy:   "A piece of dust."
• Esther:   "So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together."