TRLSK: (chapter 2) I dimly recollect the verse was very romantic, full of dark roses and stars and the call of the sea; but one detail stands out perfectly plain in my memory: the signature under each poem was a little black chess-knight drawn in ink.
John Shade's poem: lines 931-934: And while the safety blade with scrape and screak/ Travels across the country of my cheek,/ Cars on the highway pass, and up the steep/ Incline big trucks around my jawbone creep,[...]
CK's commentary:
(a) to line 934: I must say I do not remember hearing very often "big trucks" passing in our vicinity. Loud cars, yes — but not trucks.;
(b) Line 1000: ..dying J.Shade "I’ll have to write again to Bob Wells [the town mayor] about those damned Tuesday night trucks."...