Sublime

Here was the picture of moral negligence,

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She was on Fifth Avenue whenever she wanted to be, and she it was who rolled up, silky or furry, in the taxi, was assisted out, and stood, her next step nebulous, before the theaters of the thousand lights, before velvet-lined impossible shops; she it was. New York, for Maud Martha, was a symbol. Her idea of it stood for what she felt life ought to

Absconded

L’hôtel était situé avenue de la Sœur-Rosalie, dans le 13e arrondissement, près de la place d’Italie, je ne connaissais pas cette avenue ni cette sœur mais place d’Italie ça me convenait, c’était suffisamment loin de Beaugrenelle, je ne risquais pas d’y rencontrer par hasard Yuzu, elle ne sortait guère que dans le Marais et à Saint-Germain, il suff

MY GRANDSON AND HIS WIFE had long been trying to persuade me to go south and pay them a visit. “You need to get away from the cold and the dark,” they said, “and the sooner the better.” Meaning: before it’s too late. I don’t particularly like travelling, but I thought it best to accept their friendly offer and get it done. Moreover, they wanted to

I could see Peter walking steadily up the hill from the house, the bald patch on his head glinting as he moved between patches of shadow and sun. With every step he planted his walking stick in the manner of someone who would not suffer fools gladly, as though he knew this was something people said about him and didn’t shrink from the aspersion. It

Marcia Davenport was in Prague finishing East Side, West Side, which she dedicated to Perkins.

“You were out of your mind with self,”