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Cecil was a miner in 1850, something like a banker in 1848, a skinner through the summer of ’46, and married in 1844. He was not the sort of man […]
Cecil was a miner in 1850, something like a banker in 1848, a skinner through the summer of ’46, and married in 1844. He was not the sort of man […]
Make of a meager meal a banquet, a starved pony a stallion, and even with war in your heart and soul, rotting boots are still rotting boots. Such illsome certainty […]
No person with a pen ever changed anything. No, I know what you’re thinking. Declarations of independence are useless without the ideas behind them and the ideas they foment and […]
There was something very beautiful about the opium dens. Bernard had known drunks who swaggered, drunks who sang, drunks who made merry and then dissolved into fiendish violence. In the […]
The gulls circled over the cape, the waters below red and brown, flotsam dragging men still groaning into shore, armor shining on the shining sea. The gulls landed on the […]