Walker Percy. How brilliant. When someone would ask who is your favourite writer, for many years I would say, Walker Percy. Now, re-reading The Last Gentleman, it's like encountering an old boyfriend and instantly feeling all that linked us. The title alone!
"There passed between them the almost voluptuous intercourse of bad news. Why is it, thought he, hunkering over and taking his pulse, I cannot hear what people say but only the channel they use?"
"...he knew the frequency of her channel, so he didn't have to listen."
"There passed between them the almost voluptuous intercourse of bad news. Why is it, thought he, hunkering over and taking his pulse, I cannot hear what people say but only the channel they use?"
"...he knew the frequency of her channel, so he didn't have to listen."