July 1, 1943
Her Own Affair
It was not a good day for fishing, but it might be a good day for sitting on the pier. A fishing pole was a good thing for keeping the […]
July 1, 1943
A Tomb for the Corpse
From the Spanish. The sudden loss of his wealth drained every virtue from Lucho Vallejo, and let the poison in his memory course freely through his veins and sink into […]
April 1, 1943
Mr. Haszka
All this amounts to the life of a man, these things he tells, his pride in saying them, his honest power. How easy to grow sentimental over Mr. Haszka! But […]
January 1, 1943
A Return
Free:—and the enormity of hills and the ripe texture of trees were passing behind her in confusion: the station wagon was balking at the knot-holes which pitted the road while […]
October 1, 1942
Alchemy
We landed in Peru in ignorance. We had advanced in uncertainty. Our ignorance was the hope of the gambler; our uncertainty the Indian’s guile. We had advanced from our base, […]
April 1, 1942
Give Me Time
In 1935 my brother was the age that I am now, and I suppose I was like other little brothers, but I don’t remember that my brother ever had a […]
January 1, 1942
An Argument in 1934
In the year of our Western culture 1934, Noah Gottlieb went one Saturday morning to meet his friend, Harry Morton. 2. Harry Morton worked in The New York Public Library […]
September 17, 1941
Frances
On the death of my aunt Frances, I was not moved. Not much moved although in some ways I suspected that there was a kinship not merely physical between my […]
July 1, 1940
The Ball
She ran up the long steps eagerly. There was a ball tonight, the chandelier in the lobby blared light like a trumpet through the great open door and sent long […]