The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes,they tell us,but a place to burn.or we’re told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don’t need me.nor do...

Stop a minute, Ambrose!” interrupted Master Nathaniel. “I’ve got a sudden silly whim that we should take an oath I must have read when I was a youngster in some old book… the words have...