The electric bulb over our bed was still swaying when I opened my eyes. It was evident someone had just switched it on. By the clock it was early morning. By the hole in the sky which was the open dormer window it was little beyond the murk of…
Topsy Tiddles was not anybody. She was not wrought in flesh and blood, but existed as a boat exists in fog… there, but hidden. It came with fearful ardent rushing, this idea of Small’s that she must say things, but she did not know how to. I don’t mean…
Father and the moon seem part of each other as I remember that night, and both seem to belong to the night, and so did I. Father had taken us on a steamer for an excursion. The steamer ran onto a rock off Cadboro Bay. We were stuck there…
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