Ah! Madame, I reserve the explanations for the last chapter.
Then the front doorbell (already too long delayed by my rambling narrative) rang.
It might be most dramatically effective to begin the tale at the moment when Arnold Baffin rang me up and said, Bradley, could you come round here please, I think I have just killed my wife.
Earnshaw is quite a famous name, thanks to Miss Brontë . I did not realise there were Earnshaws in this country.Mrs. Earnshaw gave a sharp nod. Aye. And Heathcliffs and Eyres, as well. Proper little t...
I struggled with a nebulous work which seemed now a , now a vast novel, wherein a hero not unlike myself pursued, amid ghostly incidents, a series of reflections about life and art.
You might even ask me to apply my 'theory' to myself and explain what damage I had suffered a long way back and what its consequences might be: for instance, how it might affect my reliability and tru...
Now I existed solely thanks to the quantum paradox, my brain a collection of qubits in quantum superposition, encoding truths and memories, imagination and irrationality in opposing, contradictory sta...
I will break your heart over a fucking library card.
I remember the will said, 'May God thy gold refine.' That must be from the Bible.Shakespeare, Turtle said. All quotations were either from the Bible or Shakespeare.
Of course we live in dreams and by dreams, and even in a disciplined spiritual life, in some ways especially there, it is hard to distinguish dream from reality. In ordinary human affairs humble commo...
Zweig, who had made frequent journeys around Italy before World War l, was delighted to discover that the Germans, formerly the largest contingent of travelers, are reduced to a modest number, among w...