He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay

"There!" she said, as she spread the tablecloth and put the sandwiches in a neat pile upon it. "Don't they look tempting? I always think that food tastes better outdoors."

With that remark," remarked Kismine, "Jasmine enters the Middle class.

he could transform the barest incident into a thing of curve and contour.