It came to him, the very picture: he was unshucked oyster, hurtling on the winds, all air, gonad and gut. Chances seemed in a loud hurry around him, but he could do nothing – nothing – about them. Mestre yearned to be driven by some grand circumstance. Everything in his existence was too slack.
-Barry Hannah
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