Oct 14, 2017 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Overnight To Many Distant CitiesIn London I met a man who was not in love. Beautiful shoes, black as black marble, and a fine suit. We went to the theatre together, matter of a few pounds, he knew which plays were the best plays, on several occasions he brought his...
Aug 18, 2008 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Conversations with Goethe The English, Goethe said in parting, are the shining brown varnish on the sad chiffonier of civilization. Lieutenant Whitby blushed most noticeably.
Jul 20, 2008 | Fiction, Short Stories |
The Educational Experience What a wonderful time you’ll have, we told them, when the experience is over, done, completed. You will all, we told them, be more beautiful than you are now, and more employable too. You will have a grasp of the total situation; the...
