Only Poe could have dreamed the rest.
He had become the living representation of how men liked to think of themselves: one man doing an awful duty and doing it well, against the odds.
But one thing was quite clear.... [Sol Bloom, chief of the Midway] wrote. [B]eing broke didn't disturb me in the least. I had started with nothing, and if I now found myself with nothing, I was at lea...
Sun shines, wrote Christopher Isherwood in his Berlin Stories, and Hitler is the master of this city. The sun shines, and dozens of my friends … are in prison, possibly dead. The
Become works of art so detailed, so precisely articulated
You had to know Putzi to really dislike him. That,
She lapsed into melancholia, a sweet name for depression.
No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck.
I felt like a child, ebullient and careless, the intoxication of the new regime working like wine in me.
But one thing was quite clear… he wrote. [B]eing broke didn’t disturb me in the least. I had started with nothing, and if I now found myself with nothing, I was at least even. Actually, I was much bet...
As I look back on those days, most people in Chicago felt that way. Chicago was host to the world at that time and we were part of it all.
In his path-breaking book The Mask of Sanity, Dr. Hervey Cleckley described the prototypical psychopath as a subtly constructed reflex machine which can mimic the human personality perfectly. … So per...
The club also had the custom of sending robed members to kidnap visiting celebrities and steal them away in a black coach with covered windows, all without saying a word.
To remain silent is out of the question for a strong and honest man.
With that news her life had been abruptly, irrevocably altered. Come
Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.
His weakness was his belief that evil had boundaries.
Here she joined the universal struggle shared by men and women throughout time, to temper rejection so as not to lose a friend forever.
Five months after the disaster, Charles Lauriat wrote a book about his experience, entitled The Lusitania’s Last Voyage
Sybarite.