Harold Budd THE WHITE ARCADES (1988)

 

how strange not to hear churchbells, to go weeks and months, hearing more sonic booms from fighter jets than belltolls. a gentle reminder if not for penance, for wakefulness, a frisson that might remind us of a duty left lagging, a call unmade

  The Dog of the South by Charles Portis
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

dogs don't get much shaggier