The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
The feeling of the sea, the dark, drunken feeling that unearthly rolling always brings? The thrill of saying good-bye? The sweet tears you weep for your song? Are you going to give up the life which has detached you from the world, kept you remote, impelled you...
Dream-Pedlary
if there were dreams to sell, what would you buy? some cost a passing bell, some a light sigh, that shakes from life's fresh crown only a rose-leaf down. if there were dreams to sell, merry and sad to tell, and the crier rung the bell, what would you buy? a cottage...
The Implied Reader
...and it is only when we have outstripped our preconceptions and left the shelter of the familiar, that we are in a position to gather new experiences.
On The Road
...I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would some day nudge up a hill to be there - after known as snake hill and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long, and devouring as it...
The Outsider
The trigger gave. I felt the underside of the polished butt and it was there, in that sharp but deafening noise, that it all started. I shook off the sweat and the sun. I realised that I'd destroyed the balance of the day and the perfect silence of this beach where...