Out in the Field, Down by the Sea, The Hour has peal’d, Whoever ye be, Daughter of Erin, Scotia’s Son, Let us be daring,— Let it be done. It is time for The Choosing,— Americans all, No more refus...
Mason prefers to switch over to Tea, when it is Dixon’s turn to begin shaking his head. Can’t understand how anyone abides that stuff. How so? Mason unable not to react. Well, it’s disgusting, isn’t i...
Mason bleakly exhales. No Hell, then? Not inside the Earth, anyway. Nor any . . . Single Administrator of Evil. They did introduce me to some Functionary,— no telling,— We chatted, others came in. The...
For that moment at least they seemed to give up external plans, theories, and codes, even the inescapable romantic curiosity about one another, to indulge in being simply and purely young, to share th...
Danger's over, Banana Breakfast is saved.
And isn't it the curse of the drifter, the desolation of heart we feel each evening at sundown, with the slow loop of the river out there just for a half a minute, catching the last light, pregnant wi...
[Oedipa Maas] awoke at last to find herself getting laid.
Witnesses parade in, there is the travesty of a trial, and Ercole meets his end in a refreshingly simple mass stabbing.
Tis fascinating, this belief among you Men of Science, remarks Dr. J., that Time is ever more simply transcended, the further one is willing to journey away from London, to observe it. Why, Mason here...
Teamwork, Koteks snarled, is one word for it, yeah. What it really is is a way to avoid responsibility. It's a symptom of the gutlessness of the whole society.
Sometimes things aren't very clear, that's all. Things look like they're going against us, and though it always turns out fine in the end, and we can always look back and say oh of course it had to ha...
Some days it seems like every lowlife in town has Tail ’Em and Nail ’Em on their grease-stained Rolodex. A number of phone messages have piled up on the answering machine, breathers, telemarketers, ev...
She could, at this stage of things, recognize signals like that, as the epileptic is said to—an odor, color, pure piercing grace note announcing his seizure. Afterward it is only this signal, really d...
Quello del saltimbanco è un mestiere in via di estinzione era solito ammettere nei suoi momenti di frivolezza. I migliori sono passati tutti alla politica.
Philosophick Work, to proceed at all smartly, wouldn't you agree, requires a controll'd working-space.
Out of the blackness of the ward, a half-open file drawer of pain each bed a folder, come cries, struck cries, as from cold metal.
Our Meat Facial today, Ms. Loeffler? Uhm, how’s that. You didn’t get our offer in the mail? on special all this week, works miracles for the complexion—freshly killed, of course, before those enzymes’...
Once the solar parallax is known,' they told me, 'once the necessary Degrees are measur'd, and the size and weight and shape of the Earth are calculated inescapably at last, all this will vanish. We w...
Oh, THE WORLD OVER THERE, it'sSo hard to explain!Just-like, a dream's-got, lost in yer brain!
Not the first time Doc had run into girl-of-his-dreams unavailability.