A Branch From The Lightning Tree

A Branch From The Lightning Tree

The stories say that if we take only the Road of the Village—the ordained track—we risk perpetuating an infantile grandiosity, firmly anchored to the ego but lacking relationship to the soul, the very relationship the Road of the Forest offers. This is a dangerous...
Chess

Chess

Within six months Mirko had mastered all the technical mysteries of chess, although with one curious reservation, which was frequently observed and mocked in chess-playing circles later. For Czentovic never managed to play a single game of chess from memory – or...
Scoop

Scoop

That evening, sometime after the advertised hour, Mr. Salter alighted at Boot Magna Halt. An hour earlier, at Taunton, he had left the express, and changed into a train such as he did not know existed outside the imagination of his Balkan correspondents; a single...
A Short Walk In The Hindu Kush

A Short Walk In The Hindu Kush

The river was quite shallow but running very fast. We decided to cross it. It was a hazardous operation. The water was only thigh deep but the current was immensely strong and the bottom was formed of stones the size of footballs slippery with weeds. Halfway across we...
The Surgeon Of Crowthorne

The Surgeon Of Crowthorne

Lambeth belonged administratively, at least until 1888, to the county of Surrey – meaning that the relatively strict laws that applied to the capital’s citizens did not apply to anyone who ventured, via one of the new bridges like Waterloo, Blackfriars, Westminster or Hungerford, into the wen of Lambeth. The village thus became fast known as a site of revelry and abandon, a place where public houses and brothels and lewd theatres abounded, and where a man could find entertainment of all kinds – and disease of all varieties – for no more than a handful of pennies.