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reindeer looking at him with eyes round as grapes. Inside the card he wrote, "I'm stuck ... tromp on the gas-the goddamn victory of it. Then he'd clomp out to the driveway, his aluminum ... Page 80 from Issue 87 Christmas came and went. I spent all my money on an engraved cigarette ...
Page 137 from Issue 80 v: Turgenev's Gout If criticism, the authority of which you cite, ... us the truth and immutable laws? If it had known, believe me, it would long ago have shown us the way ... , worthless chatter. If it presents itself to you as influential, it is only because it is immodest, insolent, ...
Page 154 from Issue 80 do so. Here Voinitsky behaves as if he were a fictional character whose ... he does not know it. When Voinitsky returns firing his gun, Chekhov's metatheatrical at­ ... him! Hold him! He's gone mad! [ELENA ANDREEVNA and VOINITSKY struggle in the doorway.) ELENA ...
behind the funeral proces­ sion. He let cars pass and enter the lane ahead of him. His headlights were ... had there been others?- penetrated his atten­ tion. It was coming from behind him. Shadows rose behind ... his eyes. He had slowed the car imperceptibly. Now he slowed it even more and in mid-block pulled over ...
the name, "Louisa," quietly As if, this time, somehow, to call her back; Touches her ... Page 36 from Issue 80 Joanie: Moncton, 1946 Slight and blond, she watches from the stair, Her face ... too serious for her ten years. From the front room below, as though far off, She hears her ...
than novels, are typically tightly plotted to give each action significance. If only our lives could be ... meaning by transforming it into theater. They- Voinitskv above all-would live as if actions were somehow ... this play by its most theatrical character. He, not the author, creates the dramatic ...
HUH! Take it to the Captain, HUH! Tell him I'm gone, boy... Tell him I'm gone ... Page 80 from Issue 68 Even Song Sundown in the Western Lands! On Ninth Street South in Minnepimp, ... Ninth Street South I sit overlooking the slaveway, Highway 94, and into the wide Penthouse of the ...
purpose if he could understand it. But he'd think big, he'd imagine interna­ tional ... black and white, they'd hear the tale of my trip to America and dismiss it in none of the adult ... mother does not permit him to take advantage of the new hot breakfast how many New Yorkers in 80 Issue 29 ...
intruder to their way of living; but they didn't bother to make him feel uncom­ fortable about it ... "Because, you see, we always do our shopping Saturday morning. We kind of set it aside, we like to get down ... Page 80 from Issue 15 ered her layers of fat in the folds of the dress material wrapped endlessly ...
Page 110 from Issue 80 seize them with an urgency I cannot name, and so I call it longing, I call ... I obeyed; I allowed the voice to make its dull decisions everywhere about my frame. My vision dimmed; my ... number of passages before it converged on One; the number needed to damp our oscillations: numbers of ...

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