Sublime

propriety.

Books can smell of cheap thrills or painstaking scholarship, of literary weight or unsolved mysteries.

April was now twenty, and because she was truly sympathetic to the human condition, she was besieged by a band of stars and handsome devils, who came to her when life for them stayed too glamorous for too long and didn’t seem real. Eventually, April went to sea and became a sailor.

provincial

Gottfried,

“Beckett, you’re her only son, and you eloped on a Tuesday afternoon.