Sublime

James Jones, who was living in Illinois and inching ahead with From Here to Eternity.

Jeff was a tender soul. I think he thought that country—if there was one—was just blossoming with roses and babies and canaries and tidies, and all that sort of thing.

Back in Brooklyn, a poet-nurse to the Union dying writes: A leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars. Jørgen never reads these words.

"I never saw a forest so petted,

The hedgerows and trees are scarcely perceptible against the bare earth, whose slaty hue they have taken on. The

they wondered at how the stories spilled out on the way, for they never sounded the same repeated in their own kitchens.

ursine.

Formerly the Richmond Hotel, it was a Tallahassee landmark and great care, they said, had gone into preserving the spirit of the grand old establishment.