:18:00
We're almost there.
You excited?
:18:04
- A little. You?
- Yes.
:18:12
[ Bell Tolling ]
:18:22
Come on, Glenn.
:18:30
- [ Whispering ] American Literature.
- [ Loudly ] All this?
:18:32
- Shh! Yes. Three stacks over.
- Shh.
:18:36
There's Hemingway, Twain, Melville.
You just take your pick.
:18:40
Now, after my class,
I'll be in Professor Larson's office
right around the corner.
:18:47
- Glenn, are you listening to me?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
Right around the corner.
:18:51
Okay.
:19:04
" Dace sniffs in twos--
sniff-sniff--
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but sometimes sniffs in threes
and fours--sniff-sniff-sniff.
:19:13
Running or walking, wet or d,
head cocked like a spaniel...
:19:17
who aims to please,
little Dace sniffs.
:19:20
Does a rabbit know
about its twitchy nose?
:19:24
Can we say the cricket hears
its chirp?
:19:26
Well,just like that, Dace doesn't even
know he sniffs. Dace is dead.
:19:33
He's brown and leather dead like
the meat from the smokehouse.
:19:38
And sniffs? Well, smoke and all,
may God hang him high...
:19:43
like a fitch of bacon
in the winter wind."
:19:48
I wish I'd written that.
:19:51
- You've got some sort of real
natural on your hands, Irene.
- Then you agree with me?
:19:55
Oh-ho, I'd say. Given time
and seasoning, anything might happen.