Sublime

Il faisait chaud, mais la ville avait une bonne odeur de fraîcheur matinale et il faisait bon au café.

with many of the men killed in battle,

I noticed that more and more of these savages had a story about a strange and terrible Woman Land in the high distance.

parable.

Unbeknownst to De Long, there was one large village close to the coast, on the northwestern edge of the delta. It was called North Bulun, a settlement of a hundred people situated on ground high enough to avoid the Lena’s seasonal flooding. If De Long had landed only eight miles farther to the west, he would have struck a clear branch of the river

Grace Macaulay, then: seventeen, small and plump, with skin that went brown by the end of May. Her hair was black and oily, and had the hot consoling scent of an animal in summer. She disliked books, and was by nature a thief if she found a thing to be beautiful, but not hers. She didn’t know she couldn’t sing. She was inclined to be cross.

“He’ll have to take me,” thought Maud Martha. “For the envelope is addressed ‘Mr. and Mrs.,’ and I opened it. I guess he’d like to leave me home. At the Ball, there will be only beautiful girls, or real stylish ones. There won’t be more than a handful like me. My type is not a Foxy Cat favorite. But he can’t avoid taking me—since he hasn’t yet thou

"and you must be desperately homesick."