Breakfast of Champions
The words in the book, incidentally, were about life on a dying planet named Lingo-Three, whose...
The words in the book, incidentally, were about life on a dying planet named Lingo-Three, whose...
That night, at Boris’ — lying drunk on my half of the batik-draped mattress — I tried to...
That evening, sometime after the advertised hour, Mr. Salter alighted at Boot Magna Halt. An hour...
There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me.