Thanks for the update Mariez!
Iīve been re-reading "Portrait of a Farmer" - again. Itīs breathtaking. How can somebody actually write this good? Iīve read it I donīt know how many times now, and itīs flawless. Reading it always makes me wish I were a painter, cause then Iīd paint Ennis the way Jack sees him in this story
"Young man, bout my age maybe, and tall; and as he approach, my blood begin to hum as I see he got the same still quiet in his face as the other three, but with somethin within it that speak to me of the quintessential American icon: cowboy limberness and sinew; his face, shaded neath his cowboy hat, tough as leather, but sad, somehow; and a strange wistfulness in his dark eyes that now look into my own and which make me want to get down on my knees in gratitude.
Him. This one. He is the very essence of the thing that I seek, the dead dreams of this country, the beauty of the land that has withered in the face of promises unkept."