from Winesburg, Ohio

Sherwood Anderson

In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. “I have come to this lonely place and here is this other,” was the substance of the thing felt.

Seriously, Sherwood? You just wrote three beautiful sentences and you cap them with: was the substance of the thing felt? The substance of the thing felt. I can’t. The. Thing. Felt.