This is San Francisco Chronicle reporter Stanton Delaplane (internal link) interviewing a rancher in 1941 about the poor roads in Siskiyou County, California.
Delaplane quotes the cattleman enough as needed for a newspaper article and then rephrases the farmer’s thoughts into wry poetry. (For reference, Sacramento is home to California’s state capitol and the slow moving legislature there which controls funding for all state projects.):
They were worn out, he said, from yammering at Sacramento for 30 years with no results. “It gets so bad here in the winter folks can’t hardly get out of the back country,” he said. In fairness, he added that there wasn’t any place to go particularly when you did get out but people being what they are, they want to get out anyway.
That is Mark Twain brought to life.
This paragraph is Kerouac’s Roman candles in On The Road, “[E]xploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!'”