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Varden paused, and put away a good mouthful of whisky. Well? cried several breathless voices. Well, said Varden, Im not ashamed to say I went out of that house like an old buck-rabbit that hears the man with the gun. There was a car standing just out
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THE LEDGE 'Go on,' Cressner said again. 'Look in the bag.' We were in his penthouse apartment, forty-three stories up. The carpet was deep-cut pile, burnt orange. In the middle, between the Basque sling chair where Cressner sat and the genuine leathe
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Eight years before he had seen his friend off at the North Wall and wished him godspeed. Gallaher had got on. You could tell that at once by his travelled air, his well-cut tweed suit, and fearless accent. Few fellows had talents like his and fewer s
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The Boarding House by James Joyce as read by Alex Wilson MRS. MOONEY WAS a butcher's daughter. She was a woman who was quite able to keep things to herself: a determined woman. She had married her father's foreman and opened a butcher's shop near Spr
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I As long ago as 1860 it was the proper thing to be born at home. At present, so I am told, the high gods of medicine have decreed that the first cries of the young shall be uttered upon the anaesthetic air of a hospital, preferably a fashionable one
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By one fifty, the crowd was gone, just Eric and Nadia and an old, stringent, functioning alcoholic named Millie whod amble off to the assisted living place up on Pearl Street at one fifty-five on the dot. Eric, who had been coming to the bar for shot
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The Elephant Vanishes WHEN THE ELEPHANT disappeared from our towns elephant house, I read about it in the newspaper. My alarm clock woke me that day, as always, at 6:13. I went to the kitchen, made coffee and toast, turned on the radio, spread the pa
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I MET HER NEAR the end of September. It had been raining that day from morning to nightthe kind of soft, monotonous, misty rain that often falls at that time of year, washing away bit by bit the memories of summer burned into the earth. Coursing down
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On the first day of my forced sabbatical, I noticed a car driving down Nassau Street with a large spherical device extending from its top. It looked like the pasts vision of the future. I assumed it was part of some meteorology or physics or even psy
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IV. It was only on reaching home, as I walked from the garage to the house, that I read the inscription on the envelope: TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN (Probably Commissaire Charas) Having told the servants that I would have only a light supper to be served
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DRUGSTORE INDIAN In Bartell Drugs, I gave the pharmacist my prescription for prednisone. Is this your first fill with us? she asked. No, I said. And it wont be my last. I felt like an ass, but she looked bored. Itll take thirty minutes, she said. Mor
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[ADVISORY : Story contains adult language] Carmody came up from the subway before dusk, and his eyeglasses fogged in the sudden cold. He lifted them off his nose, holding them while they cooled, and saw his own face smiling from a pale green leaflet
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Ira had been divorced six months and still couldnt get his wedding ring off. His finger had swelled doughily around ita combination of frustrated desire, unmitigated remorse, and misdirected ambition, he said to friends. Im going to have to have my e
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Such were Mr. Ransomes thoughts as he sat across from his wife, who was having another stab at Barbara Pym. She knew he wasnt listening to Mozart though there were few obvious signs and nothing so vulgar as a bulge in his trousers. No, there was just
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Richard and I sat on my porch, looking out over the dunes to the Gulf. The smoke from his cigar drifted mellowly in the air, keeping the mosquitoes at a safe distance. The water was a cool aqua, the sky a deeper, truer blue. It was a pleasant combina
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Angus died peacefully in the St Helier Cottage Hospital the following Friday. Ruth and the twins were at his bedside. Max flew over for the funeral, and the next day accompanied the twins back to school. When Ruth waved them goodbye she wondered if s
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He was silent a minute or two, staring, not at the house, but at the thick undergrowth by which they were surrounded. Has it ever struck you, he said, that civilisation's damned dangerous? Dangerous? Such a revolutionary remark shocked Mr. Satterthwa
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Jim? Hmmm? Is something wrong? No. Those Living with Lit boys still giving you a hard time? No answer. Jim? No. Why don't you go to bed early tonight? But he didn't. The dream was very bad that night. When the kid with the strawberry birthmark stabbe
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I'd been working in the emergency room for about three weeks, I guess. This was in 1973, before the summer ended. With nothing to do on the overnight shift but batch the insurance reports from the daytime shifts, I just started wandering around, over
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About six months ago, in this armpit town outside Austin, Texas, Mickey Goodman of Tel Aviv killed a seventy-year-old minister and his wife. Goodman shot them in their sleep at point-blank range. To this day nobody knows how he got into the apartment
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