I personally preferred to chance the arsenic,” Uncle Julian said. - Shirley Jackson

Nothing,” she said, “upsets me more than being hungry; I snarl and snap and burst into tears.

Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything's being done. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain,” said Lord Byron,