intervue

Updated: April 30, 2025

Here the boy's eyes looked dreamier than they had looked, and further off. "Was I made out of dirt, uncle Josiah?" "Yes: we are all made out of dust." "And did God breathe our souls into us? Was it His own self, His own life, that was breathed into us?" "Yes," says Josiah, in a more fagged voice than he had used durin' the intervue, and more hopelesser.

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