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and braying multitudes of wild asses. The

The reflection that this sudden intimacy was unnatural, he rejected, for many conversations, for many conversations were really gathered into one.

Mrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many syllables. ("The Man Whom The Trees Loved")

And it was in that moment of distress and confusion that the whip of terror laid its most nicely calculated lash about his heart.

He gave it the benefit of the doubt; he was Scotch. ("The Wendigo")

God, whom we see not, is: and God, who is not, we see:Fiddle, we know, is diddle: and diddle, we take it, is dee.

For the Devil, the presence of learned one is by far more painful than a thousand worshipers.

This formulation is regarded by the IHRA as a 'non-legally binding' working definition.

It is often argued that the British left is the main perpetrator of this form of antisemitism.

She was living in a time when historically it was permissible to smile like that above the face of someone who had died a violent death.

God almighty. It is the dregs, really, to be living in a time when even your dreams have to be post-postmodern consciouser-than-thou.

She unfolds the piece of paper in her hands and she reads again the story written on it.

I personally shall be giving her the benefits of the doubt, Elisabeth said. Now you're ready, Daniel said. Ready for what? Elisabeth said. Ready to bagatelle it as it is, Daniel said.

She'd never go so far as to consider she'd made a mistake marrying someone whose interior furnishings and emotional tastes were so hopelessly different than her own—for Dick was innocent

Sylvie made a noise in the range of an assent, but short of true acquiescence.

Never underestimate the meanness in people's souls... Even when they're being kind... especially when they're being kind.

Are you in pain, my darling? There's no pain here but the psychic; you're afloat in a blood-sticky unuttered scream.

I don't let my thoughts plan on anything, even their completion. I once tried to select some way to be.

There floats above the houses The implacable goddess of love With your life in her fist.

still in her white night clothes in the same long entangle- ment

if you think I care about your soft-spoken head-in-the-clouds seizure of another and yet another and yet another hour

examining the whole horizonless question of desire

so many names in this place not many of us left living on the last we can find can you hear this

I heard a cough as if a thief was there outside my sleep a sharp intake of air