Aug 21, 2010 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
The morning sun serenely warms and gilds The rye and corn still damp in dewy fields, The sky has kept the freshness of the night. One wanders out just for the sake of it, Beside the river with dim yellow weeds, Along a grass path edged by alder-trees. The air is...
Aug 10, 2010 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
They were the most depressing group of people Yossarian had ever been with. They were always in high spirits. They laughed at everything. They called him ‘Yo-Yo’ jocularly and came in tipsy late at night and woke him up with their clumsy, bumping, giggling...
May 19, 2010 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
The differences in temperament carried over into style. Tiny enjoyed the open, linear purity of checkers. Grandaddy favored games with hole cards, where your strength was in your secrets and you flew into the eye of chaos riding your ghost. Tiny started work at dawn....
May 1, 2010 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
“How could I learn to read or write?” Chief White Halfoat demanded with simulated belligerence, raising his voice again so Doc Daneeka would hear. “Every place we pitched our tent, they sank an oil well. Every time they sank a well, they hit oil. And...
