“The boldest yodellers found him, impaled; they stumbled into his shop and over the longest needle in the world, which darned his spleen to the floor. He was buried in his rag coffin, under the altar of San Silvester. Strings… — Rhys Hughes Copy Share Image
“During the siege of Panama, he trailed behind his comrades, picking up shreds of purple wool which had once been blue. The fighting was… — Rhys Hughes Copy Share Image
“To reckon his age he carved numbers in his foot, and his sole ached like a goblet which has never held wine.” — Rhys Hughes Copy Share Image
“All that now separated retirement from rest was a single box. The previous owner had been eager to protect its contents, using a lock… — Rhys Hughes Copy Share Image
“The boldest yodellers found him, impaled; they stumbled into his shop and over the longest needle in the world, which darned his spleen to… — Rhys Hughes Copy Share Image
“The eternal thimble of night roofed him with songs and bells, but let in stars.” — Rhys Hughes Copy Share Image
