quoting from the story I'm reading today: It's part of an ongoing dialogue betwee my favorite protaganist Bob Dollar, and, Mr. Cluke.
"Now Bob," said Mr. Cluke, slapping his cheeks with a manly heather aftershave lotion, "you cannot go down to Texas wearing brown oxfords. Take my word for it. I've spent enough time down there to know a pair of brown oxfords can set you back with those people [...] It wouldn't hurt for you to get a pair of dress slacks and some long-sleeved shirts. But for sure you got to get yourself a decent pair of cowboy boots and wear them. You don't need to wear the hat or western shirts, but you got to wear the boots."
"Yes sir," said Bob, seeing the logic of it.
(Annie Proulx, 2002: p. 10)
That's as far as I got in my book today, before I feel asleep...
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