sprawled out in a garish parody of the pedant adoze over his dry books. The great blot of ink on the end of ... now?" he asked simply. "Yes. Lear. Cleaning up, really. Talked about it enough in my lifetime, ... Page 72 from Issue 63 So it is, he thought. Or said. He wasn't sure which. And ...

formula because it throws the characters back into themselves, to probe their own thoughts, their own ... Page 177 from Issue 80 trying to overcome the hermetic isolation and indeterminacy experienced by ... communication which will reshape an identity blotted out by the prevailing, systematic degradation of language ...

everyone else's family behaved as strangely as his own. All through August while my father pleaded ... them. My father was a weak man who would never contra­ dict her, not even for his own son." ... Page 80 from Issue 72 hands tingled with awe. Imagine givmg yourself a shot! is what I thought. As ...

doesn't. Blood wells up, and Branson blots it away efficiently to give us a clear view of the business at ... most, we must serve as our own doctors. I've been left behind tonight-the others say my bad ... hair and blue eyes, that all-American girl killer combo. It was easy to dive in but it didn't ...

stuff from my own life onto people simply because I think... well sim­ ply because I do. "... ... Anyway about my old ways with women all you need to know is that there was the usual amount of blindness ... Page 99 from Issue 113 than I really am. Anyway, what I mean is women get more aggressive sexually ...