I Burned Joseph Conrad

Last evening I burned Joseph Conrad. I burned Victory, Under Western Eyes and two Lord Jim‘s. I burned others. I burned Treasure Island, The Mayor of Casterbridge and the best of 17th and 18th century English literature anthologized.   I burned Brontes.  I burned them in a barrel. Out back of the farmhouse. House cleaning for house selling. The VISA statements burned as it they never were. My early 1990’s tax returns refused to burn. I coaxed them on to the hottest coals. I wanted to find some Atwood to burn. I will look again as the barrel will glow again tomorrow evening.