Here the mountain, which was shaggy with wild olive and esculent oak, sloped sharply down to the sea, five hundred feet below at that time dappled with small banks of mist, like sheep grazing, as far as the horizon line. I’ve always preferred my oaks to be esculent, haven’t you? I mean, of course, with […]
When they broke the news to me next day that my Aunt Harriet’s body had been found in the river, no one mentioned a baby … If you’re looking for a post-apocalypse ‘Crucible’, look no further than ‘The Chrysalids’.
Its eight arms, or rather feet, fixed to its head, that have given the name cephalopod to these animals, were twice as long as its body, and were twisted like the furies’ hair. How the Enterprise escaped this thing I’ll never know. Kirk was really on his game that day.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night. Barkeep: Sure thing, Mr. Poe. Heh heh. Have another drink?
And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And no, he’s not talking about Richard Nixon.
A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. Kurosawa’s very great film, ‘Rashomon’, is based on a pair of Akutagawa’s short stories, ‘Rashomon’ (duh) and ‘In A Bamboo Grove’.
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings. Go, Tommy, go.
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