Some Well-written Lines

  From Jayber Crow, by Wendell Berry , describing one of the patrons at a local roadhouse dance.

           “Alfred Pindle, when he got a few drinks in him, danced just by trotting back and forth in a rhythm having nothing whatever to do with any song that any band had ever played. He trotted along with his eyes filmed over as if he heard an entirely different music far off. Before long, his girl began to have the limply resigned and submitted look of a small animal carried by a cat.”