A counterpart to the drought forms.
Delbert Garlow is cross-eyed.
He makes his own beer and Looney thinks that's a reason.
[LAUGHTER]
And it might be.
I actually am very fond of some of the characters in the book,
even though many of them are rather occasionally cruel.
Delbert Garlow talks on and on and on about the rain,
says that already the mud is so deep that all his shorter
hogs are disappearing.
[LAUGHTER]
Delbert talks with his eyes crossed as if for luck.
Says, where is that goddamn Noah anyhow?
Now that we need him.
Delbert sits far tilted back like danger in his chair,
eating a new cigar.
In front of him his hands are placing dominoes
in the shape of a tapered wall.
Delbert who is keeping score, says
that the only thing a man can do unless he's a duck
is stick his finger in the nearest hole.
[LAUGHTER]