Sublime

Newman, with his pen behind his ear, sat, stiff and immovable, on his stool, regarding the father and son by turns with a broad stare.

‘You’re our longest-serving contributor,’ said Carleton, flinching at the bang. ‘Our most admired. Indeed I should say our most popular.’ I’m beginning to speak like him, he thought: Thomas Hart is catching, that’s the trouble. ‘I’ve often heard it said that it’s a consolation – that’s the general feeling, as I said to the board – to wake on

Such were the thoughts—if to visions so imperfect and undefined as those which wandered through his enfeebled brain, the term can be applied—which

they ventriloquized the dead man, addressing the passer-by with some clipped meditation on mortality.

He staggered along up Union Street past the old Grammar School a beautiful ornate property and now a satellite campus of Preston Polytechnic. During the hot summer it had witnessed a college student sit-in protest, the building occupied on an organized twenty-four hour schedule and even now as Bob trudged by, the ancient exterior was still littered

proved himself in all respects a worthy minister at the sacred altar of friendship.’

only vestiges left in Mr L. Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.