“October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”

“I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.”

“from "After the Fall"When Kennedy dropped from the skyTo honor the poet Frost, ... So MacLeish spoke.."NotTo mention Robert Frost. For Frost,Of course, is another matter, as heAlways was, spoke to the throng an the oneHatless in October, but days beforeDallas and November.”

“Every morning the world flung itself over and exposed the town to the sun.”

“They read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house.”

“We sang at the chapel annexed to the home every morning. We understood that this was the humans' moon, the place for howling beyond purpose. Not for mating, not for hunting, not for fighting, not for anything but the sound itself. And we'd howl along with the choir, hurling every pitted thing within us at the stained glass.”