Surprised, though I don’t know that I should be, to find these Gaddis-like stylings of Faulkner here (The Hamlet, pp.288), the Texan detailing the fine points of a wild pony he is trying at the same time to hold down:
“Look him over boys,” the Texan panted, turning his own suffused face and the protuberant glare of his eyes toward the fence. “Look him over quick. Them shoulders and–” He had relaxed for an instant apparently. The animal exploded again; again for an instant the Texan was free of the earth, though he was still talking “–and legs you whoa I’ll tear your face right look him over quick boys worth fifteen dollars of let me get a holt of who’ll make me a bid whoa you blare-eyed jackrabbit, whoa!”
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