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Your eyes do not deceive: Elvis Presley buys lunch from a platform vendor.
I could see that he was moved by the story, perhaps uncomfortably so.
Barker brilliantly evokes a blood-sucked future with therapy-speak language and typographical disruption.
Deadwood is about uncomfortable things: the birth and death of capitalism, the queasy insistences of greed and ambition and the orgiastic sex charge of ultra-violence.
A lock-in, a fire, a sleuthing fox: the west of Ireland by moonlight.
"What we have here, he said, is a difficult situation to communicate except by what we can feel."
