Sublime

Even now, at seventeen—high school graduate, mistress of her fate, and a ten-dollar-a-week file clerk in the very Forty-seventh Street lawyer’s office where Helen was a fifteen-dollar-a-week typist—as she sat on Helen’s bed and watched Helen primp for a party, the memory hurt. There was no consolation in the thought that not now and not then would

Here was the theory of racial equality about to be put into practice, and she only hoped she would be equal to being equal.

a screen, a Japanese one, perhaps, with rich and mellow,…

Thelonious Monk playing “Honeysuckle Rose”.

10 first beau He had a way of putting his hands on a Woman. Light, but perforating. Passing by, he would touch the Woman’s hair, he would give the Woman’s hair a careless, and yet deliberate, caress, working down from the top to the ends, then gliding to the chin, then lifting the chin till the poor female’s eyes were forced to meet his, then proce

Susan Cornelia Clarke Warren,

Was telling the dust-watcher how C. Nunn Jr. passed up multitudes of come-hitherish cheerleaders and oriental princesses to return to Minogue and enter into serious commitment with his childhood sweetheart, the illegally buxom and tall Glory Joy duBoise, closest thing to femininity and pulchritude that to date exists in Minogue Oklahoma, eyes like

Charles Eliot Norton,