Sublime

There are just some kind of men who—who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.”

Jem was shaking his head. “I know it’s not right, but I can’t figure out what’s wrong—maybe rape shouldn’t be a capital offense. . . .”

tyrant,

“But the law says…” “Good ain’t got nuttin’ to do wif da law. Law says I’m a slave.”

friend over in Fayette County.”

“‘Turning me into a vulgar Jew,’ Harold said, ‘what have I done to make me so malicious? I’ve boxed with you, played tennis with you, brought you oysters from Prunier, bottles of Pouilly-Fuissé, introduced you to influential people, helped you meet Paris publishers, only to have people everywhere pointing—There goes Harold Loeb, the repulsive Jew i

“Come to think of it, you two had a lot in common,” continues Orso. “Both of you being, in a way, exiles. Both adrift in Madagascar for no real reason…”