Don't forget my notebook here, or you'll ruin me," said Beetle, pushing the notebook ...
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"if I am not mistaken, to be transporting a Verona fern." He bowed slightly. "My ...
Joyce 317 West 29th Street, New York. October 14, 1920 My dear Quinn, I must pester you with another ...
“Please help us find our daddy.” And Daniel cries. And Iberia stands there thinking, my mom’s the best ... crowd applauds. The heat is awful. She wants water. She doesn’t say, That’s my dad. That’s my dad you’re ...
her eyebrows and gives an enormous, toothy smile as she says, “Hey, my silly girl.” Hazel scowls. “I’m ... quivers. Her eyes scrunch up. “But if I close my eyes, it will be darker and darker.” Alice softens and ... said, calmly, “Okay.” “Okay,” says Alice. “Do you want to watch my show with me? Just this one time.” ...
the provision of light became a medical technology. Indeed, my chief frustration with the book is its ... with ever more sophisticated technologies. But some of us, like my friend who was tested for ...
seem to find necessary. Now they are distracted and I can run my hands along your spines, imagine these ...
scholar from copying passages of text by hand, just as the great thinkers of the past did. From my ...
narrative non-fiction. As I wrote in my previous blog, reading rewires your brain by forcing you to live ...
interestingly, each employ the form to evoke lives—and homes—that are in some way haunted. In “Not My Home,” José ...