In the monumental American West, we are acoustic eavesdroppers on a man petting his herding dog, while we are visual witnesses to the progress of their charges, as apparently infinite as Rabelais' "moutons de Panurge," across a mythic landscape.
In the monumental American West, we are acoustic eavesdroppers on a man petting his herding dog, while we are visual witnesses to the progress of their charges, as apparently infinite as Rabelais' "moutons de Panurge," across a mythic landscape.
Lucien Castaing-Taylor
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