"The very worst thing I saw, I saw at a pool, now six years ago. Not in the pool, but rather after swimming a mile in the indoor pool at the gym to which I then belonged—a suburb just outside Washington. It was evening, but still light—the light came in from the tall windows above. I was forty-three-years-old. I was an extremely wealthy man."
So good. So sinister. Flawless precision of voice and detail. A fury of eloquence near the end.
An old farmer and his wife are lying in bed. He leans over one night, touches her breast, and says, “If this thing could still give milk, we could get rid of the cow.” She reaches over and grabs his member. “And if this thing could still get hard,” she says, “we could get rid of the dog.”