“The Lucy Dawn was slowly drifting away as flames engulfed it. Longarm gestured behind him at the blazing ship and called, 'It's over, Uriah. You won't be shanghaiing any more poor bastards on that flaming hellhole.” — Tabor Evans Copy Share Image
“He was sitting at his desk. He had to get some relief from seeing what he did not want to see. The factory was empty. There was only the night watchman who’d come on duty with his dogs. He was… — Philip Roth Copy Share Image
