Sublime

All around them spreads a phantasmagoric, Ordovician fairy tale. It’s morning like the morning when life first came up on dry land.

fucked-up rich kids. My son the doctor Mark Vonnegut, who wrote a swell book about his going crazy in the 1960s, and then graduated from Harvard Medical School, had an exhibition of his watercolors in Milton, Massachusetts, this summer.

Blur rises up his legs and torso. He’s drowning in pitch.

He invented words as if creating tools for entirely new purposes.

“…the stammerings of an old man who does not seem to have achieved a full psychic victory over an awkward adolescence…”

Pickwickian

All around her spreads one single male whose genetically identical trunks cover more than a hundred acres. The thing is outlandish, beyond her ability to wrap her head around. But