I like to think of myself as a writer, like to pretend that I can string together the odd sentence here and there and make it sing. But I have to admit that I was constantly humbled by the word play of Dan White in The Cactus Eaters. It’s the story of an idiot and his one true love walking the Pacific Crest Trail, a little hiking path that runs from Mexico to Canada through some of America’s last great wilderness. Here’s a couple of the sentences: His joylessness made him stand out like the shy one at an orgy.…