“He must have pressed the wrong button, or several of them, for when the door fretted open he found himself deep underground, with no heart to try again. The corridor was dark, the air heavy with must, the rooms on… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“They looked so familiar that for a moment Claude feared he had doubled back to Mrs. Merritt's city, until a sudden wave of water… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“With daylight (it was exactly a week since he last dressed for the office) he found himself passing through farmland over which a light… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“Beside him Mr. Harris folded his morning newspaper and held it out to Claude. "Seen this yet?" "No." "Don't read it," Mr. Harris said,… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“Lured by smooth roads onto a new turnpike, he read with surprise the rules he was handed, don't stop, don't turn around, pay when… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“He died of a breaking heart," Pete said, making a stout log fence of his hands around the glove compartment and leaning forward to… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“Outside he hurried again, for he had several blocks to walk and the beer turned out to be no more than cool. He told… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“Twentyone is too old to go anywhere alone, you know that. I want to go with someone. I don't mean as a bride, I'm… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“Yet he could not enjoy the walk. In the morning especially a bougainvillaea looks handmade, lawns are always lawns, and it is true indeed… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“He awoke on the desert gliding at seventyfive, to see a single great headlight topping a rise not far off and bearing toward him.… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“One thing he held against the bird force was the curse of knowing always which direction he was headed in, without the vaguest idea… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“He found the building in front of which he had stood in the sun all day waiting to be discharged, in which the crazy… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
“Closing the door, Claudine looked at him. She looked at him, and while he waited for some expression to come to her face he… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share Image
