The Harder They Come

He dialed room service, ordered the drinks and food and went out in his robe to sit on the veranda and brood over the views of the city and the bright rippling dance of the sea beneath him, wide awake suddenly when all he’d wanted all day was a nap.

THERE ARE THE NAMELESS fears and there are the named ones too. When he was a child his nightmares weren’t of ghouls or monsters or people chasing him with knives and axes and decapitated heads, but amorphous things, neither human nor animal, the fear that sat in your stomach, inside you, and you couldn’t define it or shake it either.

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer.
It has never yet melted.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Studies in Classic American Literature

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer.
It has never yet melted.

Scott and Nicky, Chuck and Donna,