Sublime

Summer had passed. The winter of boredom had set in and frost had formed in the crevices of Blackshear’s mind.

Hemingway offered to modify the noun with “lousy” or “lesbian,” but if anyone was ever a bitch, he said it was Gertrude Stein.

A fella builds his own sins right up from the groun

leaving ordinary Americans more like subjects for the plans of others than participants in their own destiny.

“The leader of a political party in a country like ours is so exposed that his enemies become as numerous and formidable as his friends.”