Defrocked from professorhood for crossing every powerline, Malkovich gets a job dumping dead dogs. And this is far from the worst part of his life. The book seeps in the feeling so completely there is no way film could do it justice. The sun itself aleviates disgrace, and of course John with his accidental charm comes off less creepy than the written character.
It turns out the opposite of disgrace is not professorhood. It is something some people call god. John leaves the truck at the road to walk in to the farm. Quietly he calls her. Lucy is pregant, planting green shoots.
It turns out the opposite of disgrace is not professorhood. It is something some people call god. John leaves the truck at the road to walk in to the farm. Quietly he calls her. Lucy is pregant, planting green shoots.
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