A SENTENCE BY EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS
He took his woman in his arms and smothered her upturned, panting lips with kisses. Edgar Rice Burroughs? EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS? Not only that, but in Tarzan of the Apes. I kid you not.
He took his woman in his arms and smothered her upturned, panting lips with kisses. Edgar Rice Burroughs? EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS? Not only that, but in Tarzan of the Apes. I kid you not.
The stranger afterward related that Tennessee beguiled the time with interesting anecdote and reminiscence, but illogically concluded the interview in the following words: “and now, young man, I’ll trouble you for your knife, your pistols, and your money.” In the story ‘Tennessee’s Partner’, Tennessee beguiles time. Much obliged, Bret.
The surface snow, though sprinkled with stones shot down from the cliffs, was in some places almost pure, gradually becoming crystalline and changing to whitish porous ice of different shades of color, and this again changing at a depth of 20 or 30 feet to blue ice, some of the ribbon-like bands of which were […]
Night gathered the purple fringed folds of her garments together and lifted them clear of the mountains that surrounded Los Angeles …. Hurry, sun, hurry! Sister Aimee takes an overwrought stab at dawn.
If anybody finds this diary, I will throw myself into the river. Shadow Country chugs along nicely, then leaps into high gear when the voice of Carrie Watson chimes in.
Mary Anning and I are hunting fossils on the beach, she her creatures, I my fish. That’s a nice lilting sentence from Remarkable Creatures.
Phan is clearly much happier since his death. That’s a nice one in The Magician’s Assistant.
Destroying things is much easier than making them. Tell it like it is, Katniss.
Were the loon to calculate the number of hours contained in the 25 years he spent flinging baseballs plateward from behind one of these things, his right arm would spontaneously combust. As it is, it walks with a limp.
Bloody scraps of cloth and flesh had been left on bushes around the crater – a strange and dreadful sight that put me in mind of the butcher-bird that spikes its prey on thorn bushes. From Storm of Steel, the World War One memoir of a German soldier, reality trumping fiction.