The scent of the corn was strong enough to be cloying. The rows held on to the sun's heat and he became aware that he was plastered with sweat and chaff and thin spider strands of cornsilk. The bugs ought to be crawling all over him... but they weren't.
не найден, Английский язык со Стивеном Кингом. Дети кукурузы / Stephen King. Children of the Corn
