"I live to read and read to live," she shouted. He glanced around disgusted. The windows were dusty. The litter box not changed. Books were stacked waist-high around the room. Faulkner and O'Connor on the verge of an avalanche. Suddenly he laughed. A belly laugh, loud and booming. It echoed. Silence. Faulkner would love the idea of an avalanche.