Oh,’ said a very white body as it threw a wrist watch to the ground which broke without attracting anyone’s attention, ‘Oh, how can anyone not love poetry, natural machines, large white houses, the brilliance...

One can,’ said Ernest ‘remain unmoved before a cloud as before an automatic ticket machine. I don’t like poetry, I don’t like flowers, I don’t like machines, I don’t like sugar, I don’t like pepper,...

The stranger was still smiling. He transformed himself into a rose bush and entwined me. My Christian education meant that ever since childhood I have had a horror of vice and it was not without...