Sublime

Sibyl—if

Unitarian.

‘This is Thomas,’ said Grace, without explanation. She stood close by the boy with the ease of long acquaintance, and seemed to Thomas they were in some way ranged against him – that it was possible to make out some connective tissue dissolving between himself and Grace, and re-forming between the other two.

paths should cross at certain times on certain days. That they’d become friends seemed to her both natural and miraculous. From the minute she’d seen him blinking behind the hard dark ranks of Bethesda’s pews, she’d felt he belonged to her: evidently God had ordained the whole business.

Notre

d'autrefois, Victor Voconius, était mort ; je me chargeai de fabriquer son oraison funèbre ; on sourit de me voir mentionner parmi les vertus du défunt une chasteté que réfutaient ses propres poèmes, et la présence aux funérailles de Thestylis aux boucles de miel, que Victor appelait jadis son beau tourment.

Briefly Carleton considered the other man, of whom he’d made such a study he might have been appointed professor of Thomas Studies at the University of Essex. He knew, for example, that Thomas was a confirmed bachelor, as they say, never seen in the company of a beautiful young person or a stately older one; that he had about him the melancholy rel