Sublime

“Ruth

Every one imagines that fear and anger, violence and desire, rage laced with the surprise capacity to forgive—character—is all that matters in the end.

maverick.

Max took out the card again and paused over that penultimate line: Dry-clean thoroughly. It was spy speak for counter-surveillance, shrugging off a watcher.

Rimbaud

On her fourteenth birthday, he gives her a bowdlerized translation of Ovid’s Metamorphosis.

Something huge and heavy and slow and far away and altogether unknown to him begins to say what it might mean. And then he proceeds to show her. . . .

taciturn