Title
Typescript draft of The Studhorse Man, page 71
Description
Typescript from the third draft of Robert Kroetsch's 1969 novel The Studhorse Man.
Creator
Source
Archives and Special Collections
Publisher
Calgary: University of Calgary
Date
Contributor
Robertson, James
Smith, Amanda
Relation
Kroetsch, Robert. The Studhorse Man.
Language
English
Type
Text
Identifier
MsC. 27.10.3
UUID
dec2210d-3ad7-4c7b-af2b-0e0c37e6eed9
Text
[Typescript]
Fragments. Fragments. What could she possible answer to that unjust remark? Hazard himself declined to explain. Could he condemn the artist for shaping the scene? Could her shaping hands make him whole and new? At best, only fragments survive into the future. Did he hesitate in the xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx promise of judgment? Did he respond to the loneliness of flesh? We seekers after truth, what do we find? A fingerprint on the corner of a page. A worn step at the turn in the stairway. A square of faded paint on the faded wall. Someone was here, we know. But who? When? Glimpses only. A shadow in the folds of a curtain recalls a shadow. And yet life has a continuity as I must demonstrate. I mustxxxxxxxxx
In the end I might at least consider Hazard's word: he claimed xxxx she was only determined to take her measure of the man so that she might glory in her wax image of him. She had lined up her jurymen, and now she must line up a case for their consideration. In the dim light of that mausoleum she set the angels of all history to hold him to a bargain he claimed he had not ever made: he would not.
Fragments. Fragments. What could she possible answer to that unjust remark? Hazard himself declined to explain. Could he condemn the artist for shaping the scene? Could her shaping hands make him whole and new? At best, only fragments survive into the future. Did he hesitate in the xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx promise of judgment? Did he respond to the loneliness of flesh? We seekers after truth, what do we find? A fingerprint on the corner of a page. A worn step at the turn in the stairway. A square of faded paint on the faded wall. Someone was here, we know. But who? When? Glimpses only. A shadow in the folds of a curtain recalls a shadow. And yet life has a continuity as I must demonstrate. I mustxxxxxxxxx
In the end I might at least consider Hazard's word: he claimed xxxx she was only determined to take her measure of the man so that she might glory in her wax image of him. She had lined up her jurymen, and now she must line up a case for their consideration. In the dim light of that mausoleum she set the angels of all history to hold him to a bargain he claimed he had not ever made: he would not.
[Holographic annotations]
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and I must
^e
and I must
Original Format
Typescript draft with holographic annotations