The time? A few years before Charles Lindbergh flew to Paris The place? Ojai, California In the White House? Calvin Coolidge On Broadway? Fred and Adele Astaire in George Gershwin’s ‘Lady, Be Good’ Little Suzanne Gorham seems to be having fun in the warm California sun. She went on to earn the highest marks as […]
“Yer whoal body will be burnin’ and singin’ wi’ unbearable pain, and yer blackened tongues will be stickin’ out of yer mouth, and yer cracked lips will try to scream out for a drop of water, but no sound won’t come because yer throat is drier nor the sandy desert and yer eyes will be […]
One day, is that not enough, one day like any other day, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we’ll go deaf, one day we are born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? This is from Waiting for Godot, […]
That old Bessie would beeswax the lawn to make the birds slip. That line is from the radio play, Under Milk Wood. If you read the drama aloud, you might hear the word music better than if you read it asilent.
Flocks of starlings, rustling like silk, flew to fresh pasture, driven by some necessity of movement, and the smaller birds, the finches and the larks, scattered from tree to hedge as if compelled. Well, here is Daphne, the Cornwall Kid, introducing menace. She was awfully good at menace. Alfred Hitchcock made a dang good movie […]
Clouds all streaming away like ghost fish under the ice. The eccentric old loon of an artist, Gully Jimson, narrates The Horse’s Mouth, Cary’s brilliant novel. Gully is this loon’s favorite character in all of English literature. I mean, look at that fragment. There are plenty more like it to be tasted by the lucky […]
‘For the great plateful of blue water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere, in the midst; and on the right, as far as the eye could see, fading and falling, in soft low pleats, the green sand dunes with the wild flowing grasses on them, which always seemed to be running away into […]
It was Henry’s turn to drive, not that it made the least bit of difference. As pilot or as passenger, he battled terror daily upon entering the extended underpass on the way to work. He could think of no obvious rhyme or reason for the phobia. He considered it to be a simple case of […]
‘A woman’s scream rose above the bedlam and suddenly a lovely, dark-haired girl was in Walter Mitty’s arms.’ Need I say more about ‘The Secret Life of Walter Mitty’ by James Thurber? pocketa, pocketa, pocketa, perhaps.
1. She looked as new as a peeled egg. 2. There was a silence with things going on in it. These sentences may be found in ‘Here We Are’, an uncommonly humorous short story. You might even, perish the thought, label it ELL OH ELL. A pair of newlyweds converse on the train taking them […]
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
