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You Shall Know Our Velocity

You Shall Know Our Velocity

Posted by on Apr 16, 2013 in Featured, Lies, Truth & Lies | 0 comments

“I want to marry this country,” I said. “It’s a good country,” Hand said. “I want to spend a lifetime here.” “Yeah.” “I could do it.” “Right.” And my mind leaped ahead, skipping and whistling. In the first year I’d master French, the second year join some kind of traveling medical...

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The Corrections

The Corrections

Posted by on Apr 1, 2013 in Featured, Lies, Truth & Lies | 0 comments

After Christmas Denise moved to Brooklyn and went to work in a new restaurant, and in April she sent Enid a plane ticket for her birthday. Enid thanked her and said she couldn’t possibly leave Alfred, it would not be right. Then she went and enjoyed four wonderful days in New York City. Denise looked so much happier than she had at Chrismas that Enid...

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The Corrections

The Corrections

Posted by on Feb 18, 2013 in Featured, Lies, Truth & Lies | 0 comments

“Russia went bankrupt in August,” Gitanas said. “Maybe you heard? Unlike our elections, this was widely reported. This was economic news. This mattered to the investor. It also mattered to Lithuania. Our main trading partner now has crippling hard-currency debts and a worthless ruble. One guess which they use, dollars or rubles, to buy our hens’ eggs. And...

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The Man Who Was Thursday

The Man Who Was Thursday

Posted by on Feb 16, 2013 in Featured, Lies, Truth & Lies | 0 comments

When Gabriel Syme found himself finally established in a chair, and opposite to him, fixed and final also, the lifted eyebrows and leaden eyelids of the Professor, his fears fully returned. This incomprehensible man from the fierce council, after all, had certainly pursued him. If the man had one character as a paralytic and another character as a pursuer,...

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Faith Healing

Faith Healing

Posted by on Jan 1, 2013 in Lies, Truth & Lies | 0 comments

Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly Persuade them onwards to his voice and hands, Within whose warm spring rain of loving care Each dwells some twenty seconds. Now, dear child, What’s wrong, the deep American voice demands, And, scarcely pausing, goes into a...

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