Sublime

All mothers in that land were holy.

I asked Ernest about Harold and Pat and he explained that Harold Loeb was Princeton from a very rich New York family, had been on the boxing and wrestling teams in college. He had literary aspirations, even started a little magazine in Paris called Broom. Fiercely devoted to Duff, very jealous of Pat, who alternated weekends with Duff.

She sat down in the library before her particular little heap of books on political economy and kindred matters, out of which she was trying to get light as to the best way of spending money so as not to injure one’s neighbors, or—what comes to the same thing—so as to do them the most good.

the innate predator.

Sometimes a stranger asks me for one of the stories I’ve mined, shaped, and carried over the years. As the keeper of these stories, given to me on the basis of promises asked

insouciance.