Sublime

Every now and then, a man would shuffle out into the daylight like a cuckoo, blink up at the sky as if trying to judge the time of day, and finding the damp weather unchanged, shuffle back inside.

provisional,

Dennis Edmonds.

‘...you are retired from your regiment, resigning at the request of a superior to avoid the mutual disgrace of dishonourable discharge; you have suffered a serious injury at the claws of a beast, are fully recovered physically, but worry your nerve might have gone; you are the son of a late Minister to Persia and have two sisters, your only living

triplicated.

A fire had no motive.

anthropomorphically.”