Carver · 1 November 2001
It is a towering man who stands before his box hedge – his new electric hedge trimmer slung low in hand, his box hedge neatly trimmed along one side. Oh! Look at the clean line: it’s very perfect! Surely no box hedge ever has had so clean and elegant a side. Crouch down at the end of the drive, you there, close one eye and admire the side, so sure and true and straight.
It is a sure-handed man, making long, confident moves through the top of the box hedge with his new electric hedge trimmer – how like a hot knife through butter! He thinks about the Poetics of Space. He hums Soviet work songs. He cuts clean through the electric cord.
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