Thirty, thirty-five, forty, all had come to visit her like admonitory relatives, and all had slipped away without a trace, without a sound, and now, once again, she was waiting. — Evan S. Connell Copy Share Image
“Just across from Bismarck stood Fort Lincoln where friends and relatives of Custer’s dead cavalrymen still lived, and these emigrating Sioux could perceive such… — Evan S. Connell Copy Share Image
“You’re not as cold as you pretend to be,’ she said. ‘I think your doors open in different places, that’s all. Most people just… — Evan S. Connell Copy Share Image
“Captain Jack, that volatile Modoc, seems to have been handled still more causally. After being hanged and buried, Jack was exhumed, embalmed, and exhibited… — Evan S. Connell Copy Share Image
“ She was not certain what she wanted from life, or what to expect from it, for she had seen so little of it,… — Evan S. Connell Copy Share Image
Thirty, thirty-five, forty, all had come to visit her like admonitory relatives, and all had slipped away without a trace, without a sound, and… — Evan S. Connell Copy Share Image
“He remembered enthusiasm, hope, and a kind of jubilation or exultation. Cheerfulness, yes, and joviality, and the brief gratification of sex. Gladness, too, fullness… — Evan S. Connell Copy Share Image
