#Americans #XXCentury
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
After 3 years I made “regular.” That meant holiday pay (subs didn’t get paid for holidays) and a 40 hour week with 2 days off. The Stone was also forced to assign me as relief man to 5 ...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear