Stories
by lz in Reprints on 23Jun2007
A man walking in the rain eating a banana. Where is he coming from. Where is he going. Why is he eating a banana. How hard is the rain falling. Where did he get the banana. What is the banana's name. How fast is the man walking. Does he mind...
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Dear Betty, One time I was at this Tupperware party at my girlfriend's. Actually, it was just like a Tupperware party, only it was marital underwear, but it was run the same way. Anyway, everybody was drinking beer and passing around the items, and cutting up, you know, laughing about...
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It was at this point in the planet's history that the earth's eggshell-like crust, which was slowly forming on the surface from this cooling scum, began to stop doing what up to that point it was prone to do, and that is to keep on remelting itself. For eons it...
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Excerpt from Il Colore Ritrovato To the question what is the difference between Venice and Milan other than a difference in tone, in the sunlight, and in the air, the answer is that Milan is where you busy yourself with the world as if what you did really mattered, and...
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Roughing It
by lz in Reprints on 25Jan2003
ON SAN FRANCISCO CLIMATE: San Francisco, a truly fascinating city to live in, is stately and handsome at a fair distance, but close at hand one notes that the architecture is mostly old-fashioned, many streets are made up of decaying, smoke-grimed, wooden houses, and the barren sand-hills toward the outskirts...
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It was an intelligent country, it housed cultivated people who, like cultivated people all over the globe, ran around in an unsettled state of mind amid a tremendous whirl of noise, speed, innovation, conflict, and whatever goes to make up the optical-acoustical landscape of our lives; like everybody else, they...
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EILEEN PUSHES THE puff sleeve higher on her skinny arm but it slips down almost to her elbow again; the elastic cannot hold it.
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Mating
by lz in Reprints on 08Jan2002
>Gaffe Fest< I treated his four days away as nothing when he came back.
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>CHAPTER LII: I ASSIST AT AN EXPLOSION<
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>CHAPTER XXXV< Her refreshed attention to this gentleman had not those limits of which Catherine desired, for herself, to be conscious; it lasted long enough to enable her to wait another week before speaking of him again.
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WHEN SPRING comes, the cityÍs inhabitants, by the hundreds of thousands, go out on Sundays with leather cases over their shoulders. And they photograph one another.
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The American
by lz in Reprints on 02Jan2002
a short excerpt from Chapter II (Newman in the Louvre)
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