In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I put down my pen because it was night. My words sat on the page before me and would not slither, nor drown, nor formicate, would not whisper to me of the life that I could feel breathing from its diaphragm in the night-the night, the prescient night which termites through the walls, gathers itself in front of you, winks its eyes and vanishes."
Locklin, Gerald Ivan
The Angle: Vol. 1960:
1, Article 19.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjf.edu/angle/vol1960/iss1/19