My son, Thomas Charles, is the one who turned me on to the Graham Greene classic, "The Power and the Glory" and I am so impressed that Greene has this incredible ability to capture humanity with so little description. When the whiskey priest is arrested and thrown in the drunk tank (a scene eerily familiar and accurate to my overnight stay at the Nogales Arms—okay, jail—in 1968) the prisoners are let out in the morning into the yard and Greene says, "A queue of men were bathing their faces at a single tap; a man in a vest and pants sat on the ground hugging a rifle."
Hot On The Trail of The Mexicali Stud
An uneasiness overtook him and, as he looked back down the trail he saw a tall cloud of dust gaining on him. It was the Plagiarism Police.