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Vance
Pastures
stretched
out
around
me
for
miles
and
miles
.
I
threw
away
my
red
notebook
.
What
a
way
for
a
writer
to
die
!
I
could
see
it
in
the
newspaper
:
HENRY
CHINASKI
,
MINOR
POET
,
FOUND
DEAD
IN
UTAH
WOODS
Henry
Chinaski
,
former
post
office
clerk
turned
writer
,
was
found
in
a
decomposed
state
yesterday
afternoon
by
forest
ranger
W
.
K
.
Brooks
Jr
.
Also
found
near
the
remains
was
a
small
red
notebook
which
evidently
contained
Mr
.
Chinaski
’
s
last
written
work
.
I
walked
on
.
Soon
I
was
in
a
soggy
area
full
of
water
.
Every
now
and
then
one
of
my
legs
would
sink
to
the
knee
in
the
bog
and
I
’
d
have
to
haul
myself
out
.
I
came
to
a
barbed
wire
fence
.
I
knew
immediately
that
I
shouldn
’
t
climb
the
fence
.
I
knew
that
it
was
the
wrong
thing
to
do
,
but
there
seemed
no
alternative
.
I
climbed
over
the
fence
and
stood
there
,
cupped
both
hands
around
my
mouth
and
screamed
:
"
LYDIA
!
"
There
was
no
answer
.
I
tried
it
again
:
"
LYDIA
!
"
My
voice
sounded
very
mournful
.
