Marathe was one of the rare types who did not examine the hankie after he blew.

The sort of sandy echo in there that makes you take stairs as fast as possible.

A U.S. of modern A. where the State is not a team or a code, but a sort of sloppy intersection of desires and fears, where the only public consensus a boy must surrender to is the acknowledged primacy of straight-line pursuing this flat and short-sighted idea of personal happiness:

avant-garde film circles and single-handedly founded the Enfield Tennis Academy but drinks Wild Turkey at like 5:00 A.M.

palestra, the virtues that pay off directly in competitive games, the well-disciplined

The snow is now coming down hard enough to compose an environment, and everybody outside the sheltered pavilion looks gauzily shrouded, from Hal’s perspective.

The cloudless sky above the east’s Mountains of Rincon range was the faint sick pink of an unhealed burn.

dyed-in-the-wool

My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair.