the nihilist is in the god

damned tree again holding fast there in the higher boughs that brace the power lines and there seems about that craggy old tree too stoned and mean grown a topography to negotiate his landing they say that boor has some roof shingles and a pretty good arm and that property has been damaged and all along the crazy loon is hollering up there for half a day and throwing those pieces at mad angles and cursing and carrying on something about accepting and not accepting and breaking common laws of gravity and good will and nobody around that tree has the sense to get the bastard down or at least to call the police so on that jerking monkey goes unbelievable