In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I have come home to the bed of my boyhood slightly drunk and weaving with dreams unstrung. Poppa is dead, and Jody, my little brother, sleeps beside me; his hands fragile as glass, his heart a silver bird."
Goodwin, Michael C.S.B.
The Angle: Vol. 1966:
1, Article 16.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjf.edu/angle/vol1966/iss1/16