"Hi, honey." "Oh, Daddy," Carolyn said. "It took you so long. Where are you calling from?" "The hospital," he said. "Where else? I haven't stuck my nose out of this cotton-picking place since eight o'clock this morning, and I don't feel like going home." "Well, how is she?" "I think she knew me, but she…
Tom and Nancy were walking along the esplanade. ”You see that guy walking ahead of us, with the shorts on? The one with so much hair on his legs. You know, I’d been looking at that guy for at least five minutes before I realized that he was also wearing a pair of black nylon…
How much too eloquent are the songs we sing. nothing we tell will tell how beautiful is the body. It does not belong even to him or her who lives in it. Beautiful the snail’s body which it bears laboriously in its way through the long garden. The old lady who lives next door has…
Herbert's poetry is an imitation of an action. Or rather, it is an imitation of a transaction. Usually, it goes beyond imitation to engage in the transaction. My critical point of departure is gift-giving, and I have chosen gift-giving not simply because it is a recurrent image or motif in Herbert's poetry but because it…
It is an early autumn Sunday evening. Still warm and Michael has not made love to me since August. Each night he sleeps as he sleeps tonight, facing the window with his knees drawn up away from me. This lack of attention is not, he says, because he doesn't want me; it is, he says,…
Life was cheap in South America. Anything could happen there. That was one way. He was tired. That was another. So many of his erotic daydreams began that way. He’d lie in his bed and masturbate, usually just before he got up. Many of them had to do with the way they’d survive after an…
I listen at the door. Who’s dying, then? It’s like bird-watching. Who’s going to die next? Birds in the nest. Who knows about all this?
* Euclid, alone, who looked in beauty’s heart, Assumed the whole was greater than the part; But Cantor, with the infinite in control, Proved that the part was equal to the whole. *Cantor’s Theorem: In an infinite class the whole is no greater than some of its parts.
She sat on the ledge of the sun porch reminiscing about O. In three minutes the sun would slide into the sea at the beach a few miles away. When you've seen sunsets, as he had, from the southern tips of continents and the lips of volcanic lakes, where would the patience come from to…
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