Readings: Murray

Given that plagiarism is the greatest form of flattery, I'll take a page from Railbird's playbook and offer a vaguely misogynistic passage I was drawn to from William Murray's swan song Dead Heat.

"How's she feel about you and the horses?"
"She doesn't give a shit, basically," he said.
"You ain't going to marry her?"
"Not unless I can get her to run a mile in one thirty-four and change for me."