“Such, such, such. So, so, so,” Esau said, giggling. “Yagize talk funny.”
Esau’s wrecked body gave Doctor Otis Moon Dahl a canvas on which to do some of his best work. For Esau’s exemplary achievement in trashing his body, he got encased in a cast that covered most, but not quite all, of his body. His arms remained free. So did his head. Beyond that, bandaged plaster rendered him immobile to facilitate the mending of his bones. Doctor Otis Moon Dahl did cut a large strip out of the crotch area, front to back, in a grudging concession to Esau’s need to relieve himself periodically. In all the arts, there are compromises.