“the canvases which Mr. St. Jones referred to with a paintbrush that was long and slightly bowed: for the most part interiors, or undergrounds, of pocked and craggy holes, rock vaults with mossy floors and slimy walls, or narrow scenic… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“So he stopped at the first of them, a frigid hothouse whose front tipped forward over the street in defiance of gravity, taste, and… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share
“So they drove again, Vivien sitting up and looking now, but as navigator only, letting the desert scratch its own thorny poetry on the… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share
“Whether or not, he felt very much at home in this state. It was to places like this that they had sent him all… — Douglas Woolf Copy Share
