For even now the drums were in our blood, we sat forward almost hearing them across the bay, and the van raced on through the streets so that the driver could hustle back for another load of pleasure-seekers, so bent on pleasure they were driving right through Happiness, it seemed, a quieter brand of existence that flourished under these green elms. We kept driving right through all the dappled domesticity, like prisoners, indeed, being moved from jail to jail imprisoned in our own sophistication.
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About Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance
Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance.
Themes
- Happiness — Thoughts on finding joy, contentment, and fulfilment