Sublime

Imagine a person walking along a street thinking it might be time to buy a new suit. This one he’s wearing is pretty great, and people are always complimenting it, but what the heck, he should treat himself. On his way to the store, he passes some teenagers, who make a joke about how old-fashioned and crappy his suit is. We feel pity for him, but w

Her life was small, and rich, and entirely hers.

the old woman’s injunction to “be proper” kills off any opportunity to expand.

Had an excited sense of bow it might not be so bad to fail at love if one could only put it well.

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“Yes, poor man, he’s gone,” said the mayor. “And he’ll go on, planet after planet, seeking and seeking, and always and always he will be an hour late, or a half hour late, or ten minutes late, or a minute late. And finally he will miss out by only a few seconds. And when he has visited three hundred worlds and is seventy or eighty years old he will

But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favours, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them.

her voice was quiet with understanding.

East Tremont was a feeling of being known—in