Saves 0 The locals warned him of the fumes and the guides spoke of men who went up and didn’t come down sane, or didn’t return at all. He, however, never contrived to register such idiosyncrasies spoken by only the foolish...
Saves 0 The Tree and the Patients I have been basking in the thin sunshine since half past five, and I tell you this not as boast nor as pastoral affectation, but as the most essential fact about the kind of doctor I have...
Saves 0 The Eve of Everything Tomorrow was D-day. He sat at his escritoire, the same escritoire at which he had sat for nineteen years of examinations, submissions, auditions, and assorted ordeals, and found that he could not...
Saves 0 It was a close and dark night pierced only by the occasional, ghostly flash of sheet lightning. The utter darkness of the night was not merely a matter of weather or time. It was something far graver. One could walk these...
Saves 0 The Good Deed of the Flame There was a single candle in the room when my father died, and I have thereafter never been able to look at one without the entire event reconstituting itself around me with complete and...
Saves 0 The mountain had not been there yesterday. Yesterday there had been her brother, twelve years old, laughing at something she had said, stepping from the kerb without looking, and yesterday there had been the sound of...