Ernest bombingway.

• Author: Levine, Art
• Position: Satire on writing of the Unabomber

To: Jim Freeman, Unabomber task force From: Special Agent Thomas Mohnal Re: We found the enclosed document in the suspect's cabin. It seems to be an excerpt from some sort of quasi-autobiographical novel. Please have it catalogued and analyzed by the psychological profiling unit. There's also a "To Do" list that may prove useful.

FOR WHOM THE BOMB TOLLS

The cabin was in a forest at the end of a dirt road, and from his front door he could see the ponderosa pine trees and larches, hundreds of feet high, and it was good. The snow started falling, dry and powdery, and it covered the trees and the road and the land in whiteness. Tall and thin, Theodore Kingman was a rugged mountain man who had a sunburned face and calloused hands, and he started to hunt the big game. He knew from the freshness of their tracks that the rabbits were near, but he had to look closely to see them because the rabbits were white and not so easy to see in the snow. He took the .22 rifle lying next to the door of the little brown wooden house and walked back and forth underneath the bare trees towering over him. After a few hours of this, he got very hungry. Then he heard a noise behind his cabin, and he turned to see a rabbit move between two pine trees. He lifted his gun and shot the animal, and there was red blood on the white snow. Theodore Kingman was now ready to eat lunch. He stayed alone in the woods and usually did not need other people around him. They did not understand him anyway because he had gone to Harvard and read Paul Goodman in the original English. He was a genius who could have won a Nobel Prize like the great Einstein, but he chose to live five miles outside of a small town in Montana at the foot of a mountain. It was very far from the big cities where Theodore Kingman once lived as a brilliant math professor whose work could only be understood by two other experts, both of them dead. His cabin had no electricity and no running water, but in the forest there were also no traffic jams that took freedom away from the walking man and no factories that destroyed the environment. A man could be free to live in nature, especially if his mother sent him checks every few months. But nature could not survive if the industrial technological system continued to destroy it. Theodore Kingman had to fight the system if there were going to be any places left where it was clear and cold and dry, and the snow was white and powdery, and the hunting was good. He knew...