Sublime

Poor John Field!—I trust he does not read this, unless he will improve by it—thinking to live by some derivative old-country mode in this primitive new country—to catch perch with shiners. It is good bait sometimes, I allow. With his horizon all his own, yet he a poor man, born to be poor, with his inherited Irish poverty or poor life, his Adam’s

A fly moved on the wall. Was it the same one he’d seen on the hand of the dead body, biding its time? Hobbes took a book from a nearby shelf and smashed it down on the insect. He muttered to himself, ‘Humans one, decay nil.’ But, of course, decay was never out of action for long.

a furry, flattened body with a red/gray ejaculation of blood and brains having burst from his little exploded head. To Kugel, chipmunks looked as if they’d died of a good idea;

By nightfall, the mammoth penis loomed over them. So tall it disappeared into the gloaming. It was of course uncircumcised.

The Galveston Hurricane of 1900, the deadliest in history, with some eight thousand lives claimed, packed winds in the 150-mile-per-hour range; while Andrew, in 1992, the costliest hurricane in history, with $25 billion in damages, was also officially labeled a Category 4, 155-mile-per-hour storm. Given what was coming at them on Labor Day of 1935,

Death was funny like that. It lingered like an hourglass, grains of sand slipping through with unstoppable momentum. Pleasures must be seized, opportunities taken.

ribald