Sublime

Atwater, trained originally as a background man for news dailies, constructed his own WITW pieces by pouring into his notebooks and word processor an enormous waterfall of prose which was then filtered more and more closely down to 400 words of commercial sediment.

Leigh’s elm, Jean’s ash, Emmett’s ironwood, and Adam’s maple, each made from identical green puffballs.

Pister collected all the Owens pupfish left at Fish Slough, with the intention of moving them to a nearby spring. They fit into two buckets. “I distinctly remember being scared to death,” he would later write. “I had walked perhaps fifty yards when I realized that I literally held within my hands the existence of an entire vertebrate species.”

By eleven o’clock the market was over. Many of the truffles that had been bought were already on trains, racing against further evaporation as they left Provence for Paris; or, in some cases, for the Dordogne, where they would be presented as natives of the Périgord. Truffles from this region are considered to be superior—like Cavaillon melons or

a deeply unfashionable man is invited into a privileged world and in so doing creates the coolest club on the planet.

Situé sur Collins Avenue, à l’angle de la 21e Rue, ce diner ouvert 24 heures sur 24, encore en livrée d’époque, fut fondé en 1940 par un certain Wilfred Cohen, qui avait l’art et le don d’acheter et de revendre toutes sortes de restaurants acquis pour la plupart au bord de la faillite avant d’être repulpés et ensuite rétrocédés au plus haut de leur