2016/01/3 #SundaySentence

They faced each other squarely for a moment, but the nameless, impersonal rage and hatred in Vince’s face was so overpowering that Nick turned away, muttering something, and sat down again, crumpling the defiled page and throwing it aside.

from  You Gotta Leave Your Mark  by Terry Southern (in the short story collection Red-Dirt Marijuana)

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.