Sublime

concrete

me?”

Fiction

motallaric

the

the peril his attitude was leading him toward,

satisfactory

Having a child, a son, Felix M——had thought would settle him and end his wandering habits: his endless circuitous perambulations penetrating certain dives and dens of depravity which are all but unknown and invisible to the general culture.

“If you’re ever in Cody, Wyoming,” I said to him lazily, “just ask for Wild Bob.”