Title
Typescript draft of The Studhorse Man, page 124
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
f8ec5034-d700-47c9-853e-00a55914cb8f
Text
8.
To survive. To exist. To make a living. As I say, Hazard had eleven dollars and the music of trotting hoofs to accompany him out of the city. The verb, to make, what an excellent ironic choice of verbs. Who of the people you know makes a living? You make payments, yes. You make a fast buck--or if you prefer the euphemism, an honest dollar. You make mistakes. You make fools of yourselves. You gang up and make war on each other. You conspire to make life miserable for all of us. But who is truly in a position to shape, to construct, to frame, to compose, to create, to produce a combination of parts, to form the essential being of (consul your dictionary if you will: AS. macian; ME. maken; akin to G. machen), to fashion his own life?
My dear reader, I am by profession mad. It is the only sane answer to prevailing circumstances. I live amply off my xxxx nasty rich relatives who are embarrassed that I so much as exist. Because of their hypocrisy and pride and shame I am able to live regally. Special treatment in this institution costs a pretty penny indeed. I eat better, I dress etter--when I choose to dress--than the wealthiest of
To survive. To exist. To make a living. As I say, Hazard had eleven dollars and the music of trotting hoofs to accompany him out of the city. The verb, to make, what an excellent ironic choice of verbs. Who of the people you know makes a living? You make payments, yes. You make a fast buck--or if you prefer the euphemism, an honest dollar. You make mistakes. You make fools of yourselves. You gang up and make war on each other. You conspire to make life miserable for all of us. But who is truly in a position to shape, to construct, to frame, to compose, to create, to produce a combination of parts, to form the essential being of (consul your dictionary if you will: AS. macian; ME. maken; akin to G. machen), to fashion his own life?
My dear reader, I am by profession mad. It is the only sane answer to prevailing circumstances. I live amply off my xxxx nasty rich relatives who are embarrassed that I so much as exist. Because of their hypocrisy and pride and shame I am able to live regally. Special treatment in this institution costs a pretty penny indeed. I eat better, I dress etter--when I choose to dress--than the wealthiest of
[Kroetsch's annotations]
124
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124
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Original Format
Typescript draft with holographic annotations