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1. Early Moldenke
Moldenke lived the hainted life. As a child he was kept in a crumbled brick of a house where thick windows moaned in their frames through summerfall and gathered ice by winter.
In the prime of his boyhood an ether tree patiently died in the view from his bedroom window. In the spring a green woodbird flew down and pecked spirals around its dry trunk. Moldenke would fold himself in his chair and watch several suns rise behind the ether branches, studying the woodbird’s habits.
Days would rush on a klick a minute. All things were tight then. Moldenke was free and green, bright suns behind him, spirals ahead.
Read the rest of the excerpt from David Ohle’s cult classic Motorman published in the 1 Jan. 1972 issue of Esquire.
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