Mute Inglorious Miltons... And so on.
Ruminations upon the nature of fame and accomplishment. Starts with a visit to an eudaemonist and the Stein quote. Haunting. Haven't read much Stein. The authority in the use of the third person singular knocks me out: "one is certain that anybody who really has it in them."
A Pile of Bones at the Base of Art
I recall wandering through a typical gallery in Santa Fe, New Mexico where my gaze drifted over one unremarkable drawing after another.
Murder on Calaveras Lake (excerpt)
It was ten minutes past five that Friday afternoon in April when Holly
Foole sauntered across the cockpit of the charter boat Faustina and
vanished down the three steps which led to the cabin.
