there's hell down there in tex-tiles project/panopticon-epigraphs
frank (beginning to undress -- putting his coat on the back of a chair) No, I'm tired. I'll see you in the morning, before I leave.
Carp: Going away again?
Frank: South. Tex-tiles. There's hell down there in tex-tiles. (He sits on the other side of the room and looks at a paper.)
Carp: I d…