Sublime

She didn’t find him unpleasant, but her heart was like ashes from which the flame of love could no longer be lit.

colloquial,

bouquet

“So, you never married?” he asked me. No—I mean, I don’t know anything about prefab housing, I replied. Kojima laughed. We drained our cups of saké, petals and all. “Tsukiko, come here,” Sensei called. Ms. Ishino was beckoning me as well.

“Hey, you German bratwurst.”

rigmarole,

acuity

That Thomas had worked for the Chronicle since 1976 was easily established, as was the fact that he’d published three brief novels since that date. Out of a sense of delicacy Carleton never mentioned that he owned all three of these, and found them elegant and elliptical, couched in prose that had the cadence of the King James Bible, and concerned