I’m beginning to wonder,” said Kent, sitting down now on an overturned wooden tub. “Who do I serve? Why am I here?”You are here, because, in the expanding ethical ambiguity of our situation, you are...

I was going to tell you that you look beautiful with your hair down. That’s all I was going to say.

…I’ve never really had a party before.””Why did you have one now?” I say, just to keep him talking.He gives a half laugh. “I thought if I had a party, you would come.

Why do you flirt with Mr. Daimler? He’s a perv, you know.”I’m so surprised by the question it takes me a second to answer. “Mr. Daimler is not a perv.””Trust me, he is.””Jealous?””Hardly.””I don’t flirt...

One weekend in the vacation, I was invited to meet her family. They lived in Kent, out on the Orpington line, in one of those suburbs which had stopped concreting over nature at the very...

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.

Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean...