In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"White flashes leaped between my trembling hands as I vigilantly sighted the vertex where the lonely cinder bed joined the streaming markers of the vacant road. I raised my sweaty hand to massage eyes wearied by the insults of the pavement, but the portent of the assault beguiled relief."
"Floyd Whyte's Toll Booth,"
The Angle: Vol. 1967:
2, Article 6.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjf.edu/angle/vol1967/iss2/6