Sublime

God knows the war sucks, but he sees no great appeal in these tepid peacetime lives.

if Perkins did not have the time of his life, he would wheelbarrow him all the way back to New York.

The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likable. In three days no one could stand him.

Of such a letter, Death himself might well have been the post-boy.

“If you’re ever in Cody, Wyoming,” he told himself, “just ask for Wild Bob.”