While taking a shortcut at dusk across Central Park, the day darkened with a snap of earth’s rotating fingers. We’d just retarded our clocks back to standard time, and here we were once more, in the dark at 5 in the afternoon . The many and varied park trees along the sloping hills were ablaze(…)
the perfect coincidence a morbid sensitiveness throwing a husband away ugly, disagreeable, maiden daughter hopes and fears and little stratagems five strange young ladies not a bad actual in a small boat on a choppy sea Christina’s duty he was master now can fear knees waxed weak only a common hen he was(…)
I know. I know. It’s been an awfully long epidemic of Fold blog postings … dozens, hundreds maybe. I’m well aware that not one reader has responded with any excitement (Oh my poor sad folds!) but do appreciate (well-mannered readers that you are) that not one of you has blasted me either. Not one. (Oh(…)
gleaming false teeth audible to all and traffic quivering as though wives of rabbits, ducks, chickens not for the wrinkles please Abdul slapping hard at her face her dress was soiled
a coat of cornflower blue worthy man stupid good nature sou by sou died on the fields the Countess might sing her praises praises they do not hear like all narrow natures soup, boiled beef plate of vegetables a dingy olive gray repulsion in some as oysters cling November 1819 made from the second pressing(…)
