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Two of them, actually, variations on a theme.

The first from Wallace Stegner’s Angle of Repose.

I could tell her, and may have to, that if there is one thing above all others that I despise, it is fingers, especially female fingers, messing around in my guts. My guts, like Victorian marriage, are private.

The second from Billy Joe Shaver’s “Texas Uphere Tennessee.”

Won’t you roll me another one, don’t try to mother me

I know I can’t see the forest but I think I feel the trees

And anyway, goin’s where I guess I’m always gonna be

I declare I feel like Texas when I’m uphere Tennessee