Sublime

he was the dumbest person in their class, admitted as a sort of unofficial poor-white-rural-dweller-oddity affirmative-action representative.)

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

“That look on your face. Like Bette Davis with indigestion.”

James Dickey to start with. You know his poems, and there’s a famous novel, Deliverance—” “I saw the movie. Men going down a river in canoes.” “Yes, but don’t read that one. Read To the White Sea. Lesser known, but I think better. For your purposes. I want you to read at least one Cormac McCarthy novel, All the Pretty Horses or Suttree. Will you do

I am an anachronism. People realize this and resent it.”

Will the little trains or will Winston Niles Rumfoord chuffa-chuffa-chuffa into view again? Oh, mirabile dictu! … they will!”

“‘I could carve a better man out of a banana.’”

dessus tout. Tout au long de ce printemps et au début de l’été, Scott s’efforça de travailler, mais il n’y parvint que par à-coups. Quand je le voyais, il était toujours gai, parfois désespérément gai, et il faisait de bonnes plaisanteries et c’était un bon compagnon. Quand il traversait de très mauvais moments, je l’écoutais me parler de ses diffi