Month: October 2016
I had always found the organ-playing at St. Barnabé highly interesting. Learned and scientific it was, too much so for my small knowledge, but expressing a vivid if cold intelligence.
I had always found the organ-playing at St. Barnabé highly interesting. Learned and scientific it was, too much so for my small knowledge, but expressing a vivid if cold intelligence.
“In the Court of the Dragon” by Robert W. Chambers (1895)
He wished it were May. He’d always enjoyed writing about May, with its confidence of daylight, the inviting lassitude of the sea… . But it was not May. It was twelve days before Christmas, and the daylight looked no more certain of what it was doing than he was.
He wished it were May. He’d always enjoyed writing about May, with its confidence of daylight, the inviting lassitude of the sea… . But it was not May. It was twelve days before Christmas, and the daylight looked no more certain of what it was doing than he was.
He looks again at his useless hand, the now fernlike pattern. It seems to follow his veins, mark tiny capillaries, a leaf skeleton disappearing under the tide line of ash into the sleeve of his top.
He looks again at his useless hand, the now fernlike pattern. It seems to follow his veins, mark tiny capillaries, a leaf skeleton disappearing under the tide line of ash into the sleeve of his top.
The cocaine stretched the parameters of the room, and also Bruno’s skull. A chasm had revealed itself, between his eyes and the board, and between his brain and his eyes.
The cocaine stretched the parameters of the room, and also Bruno’s skull. A chasm had revealed itself, between his eyes and the board, and between his brain and his eyes.