staring in front of him as if he might never blink again. Ben, with some coaxing from your mother. X, ... Victor, it seems to me I wronged you most in never knowing you. Hear ye and hear but do not understand; ... I'm learning, Victor, I'm learning. It doesn't matter so much if I didn't ...

Page 80 from Issue 45 was bold and skeptical. He was well a ware that a mistrustful person is not ... easily or completely deceived. The furniture was not new. He was looking at it with an appreciation he ... grateful to the Major for giving him this hiding place. But what if the fighting did move into the center ...

Page 104 from Issue 80 calls, in a cadence that pulses, waking echoes in the hollow within me, ... drum of me something beats, as though trapped and calling, the note of it fading, and then only ... I see them. I hear them always calling from the Ring, from the ice I grapple, from the shining spray ...

lay the past out on Achillea' shield, abandon it to earth, our common ground-the bridal hope, ... Page 258 from Issue 80 path: the mythic metaphor of the shapely mind, wandering like Eury­ dice at ... be threatened by the male. We hear, she says, the old, unchanging Homeric grief, and turning... we ...