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Uncle Ike saw her first: just an ordinary chicken, he thought
for a moment, a chicken picking here and pecking there, gradually
working her way across the road toward the lawn; but then he
felt the fingers tighten on his arm and looked up, astounded, to see
him, the Colonel, eyes lit with a new fire, face
aglow like a saint seeing a vision: and then it was destiny, a thing
pre-ordained, a fatality, for the Colonel did not
reveal even to him, Uncle Ike, the secret ingredients, not the names
of the herbs and not even the number of
them, and so the secret of the crust remained, a hermetic mystery,
locked in the private places of the Colonel's soul: and yet
the vision was real, a true moment of Fate; for the franchises sold
almost as fast as they could slaughter and gut the
stock, and they spread across the country, across the civilized
world, making the Colonel not just a millionaire but a billionaire,
and Uncle Ike saw it all, knew it all, from the beginning to the day
when the initials KFC were to be seen in every city, every town, every
hamlet large enough to own two mules and an Assembly of God church:
until now, standing in the shop in Jefferson, Yoknapatawpha County,
where Flem Snopes, the bank president, hawked and coughed and spat on
the floor, then hoisted his britches, country styFrom: d said to the
waitress, "Extra crispy, please."

--William Faulkner

RL