Tuesday, 26 February 2019

Noise and the Chance

        Dust when it was dry, mud when it was raining. Swearing, steaming, sweating, scheming bribing, bellowing, cheating, the carny went it's way. It came like a pillar of fire by night, bringing excitment and new things into the drowsy towns - lights and noise and the chance to win an indian blanket, to ride on the ferris wheel, to see the wild man who fondles those reptiles as a mother would fondle her babes.

William Lindsay Gresham
Nightmare Alley


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