Sublime

She existed. She had not existed, and then she had, summoned out of whatever matter her consciousness had been made, and had stuck her small bare foot in his door. It was disastrous. There was a pain in his heart, as if it had acquired a new chamber to contain her, and so all his life he’d be carting her about.

Mephistopheles,”

derelict

Contrition

verdant,

susurrus

enigmatic

grok,”

“Isak Dinesen’s Out of Africa.”