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Page 106 from Issue 31

They would not understand my excitement, and they certainly would not want me to sit among the cobwebs ... that any kind of reading or intellectual work was bad for one's health. Most of my cousins ... sympathetic, and were quite sure they did not want their children to go to college. In this, my aunts were ...
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Page 116 from Issue 20

Page 116 from Issue 20 and to see my athletic angel merging her fluted flesh with those cold ... shadows. "What's the matter with my cigarette?" I whispered across the nave in ... a stricken field: "Cyril. You're making me nervous, baby. OK?" Then my own slow, ...
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Page 37 from Issue 51

You're not all that bad at it, my wife said, but why did you say "black"? Why do you ... want to know? I said. Daddy..., said Liz. My wife's eyes gazed at me. I said, Sorry, kid, ... I thought we were getting somewhere. Do not call me kid, said my wife. I was addressing my daughter, I said. ...
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Page 294 from Issue 13-14

Page 294 from Issue 13-14 climbed up to the knot of my tie: rats with hot and humid jaws ran ... underneath my shirt. "You've got hair on your chest!" The tips of his fingers were ... His eyes opened up towards the moon and I could swear that they were green. "My ...
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Page 276 from Issue 15

finishes destroying my illusions. There's the answer. You knew her. How many years? How many years ... has the world lived without Amilamia, assassinated first by my forgetting her, then revived just ... my eyes. "Amilamia is a memory for me too. I can only compare her to the things she touched, ...
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Page 180 from Issue 19

Page 180 from Issue 19 fed on creams; I know wine by its barrel; I know all, except my ... is a man with an unbearable void within him. I am seeking myself. I confess I do not know my own ... person, I am the small gleanings of many devout sages. This book has been hanging over my head like the ...
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Page 19 from Issue 29

Page 19 from Issue 29 dungeon this morning, that something was watching us. My father continued ... them. I listened with the back of my mind to my wife in the kitchen, rhythmically washing and rinsing ... plates. She works, always, in a pleasant daze, humming to herself, her mind as empty as a moonbeam. My ...
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Page 62 from Issue 29

trapping and caught my thumb. She tried to push me off, but I was taken with her then, despite everything, ... even the hot anger that raged in me. One shudder in her troubled pathway, this was my measure. And she, ... a change, to set my own lands in order. The pains had now shot to my arms and I found these limbs a great ...
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Page 9 from Issue 35

myself, I put my hand in my panties for a bit of company. But I went numb and furry; a sweet­ ness wrapped ... like sugared almonds, came up from my soles to my belly, and I was filled with sugar. Thick honey ... trickled from everywhere, and I was drowning in sweetness. Suddenly, when the sweetness had choked my ...
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Page 60 from Issue 26

always, nodding my approval if the purchase had been made or giving my judicious advice if it ... hadn't, I had this sense I had had the night before in the library, that the property in question was my ... ajar so that returning to my room with a book I could see them in nightgowns beside bedlamps, ...

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