“e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle” —Dante Alighieri, 34th Canto, La Divina Commedia A tiny thing, a particle, a protein anointed in oil,
how the men, one of them my uncle, tried to force the horse into the trailer how the gelded bay balked and hopped, reared
an idea or problem that cannot be fixed Not that Broadway show, or yesterday’s “wicked cool.” No, back in the ‘60s, a seriously refurbished
— At Grand Residences, Puerto Morelos All afternoon, the two Americans at the pool bar in Mexico squabble like blue jays at a bird