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It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today’s world.
The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness — a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
THE FARMER’S WILD DAUGHTER — a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The first thing Cindy did after her parents disappeared down the long driveway in the pickup truck was to kick off her shoes and head off across the back pasture for a walk. The dust of the pick-up hadn’t yet settled, and she could hear the truck turning out of the driveway onto the road far below in the valley.
The realization that she might never see her mother again, and the realization that from now on it would be just her and her dad and the farm animals living alone here at Walnut Grove Farm, saddened her in one way, but thrilled her in another. It might get a little lonely around the place without her mother, but it would be a lot more relaxed.
Cindy wiggled her toes in the grass. It was mid-morning and sunny, but the pasture grass was still slightly damp with dew, and had a warm, sensual feel to it. Cindy rubbed her soles on the grass, enjoying the massaging sensations. Going barefoot was one of the pleasures of life, but one that her mother had strictly forbidden her. In fact, it seemed that anything that felt good at all, her mother had strictly forbidden.
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