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Gedney Goes Bohemian
For the first time in weeks, Gedney felt in complete control of his image. He let out another twenty yards, and then tied off. His eyes followed the deep grade of the twine as it arced into the azure Carpathian sky, disappearing some two hundred feet below the orange smudge that ...

The Sage of Bucyrus
The Final Lesson The men standing in the moonlight on that narrow porch represented the best of Bucyrus–the mayor, Colonel Hank Foley, Sr.; the fire chief, Wright Manaport; the young manager of the Pizza Hut, Tom Warble. Even Zilas Gumby, Miss Esther Poolhole’s no-good ...

Dismemberment of Things Past
It happened about a year ago at this time, so I guess I’m kind of thinking of it out of some sense of anniversary, but I really don’t remember much of it, or at least it itself, because I wasn’t there when it happened, and I really didn’t know her well, so I guess I ...

Centrifuge
When Ellie looks in the mirror, she sees only skin. Hers is dry, but also oily. It is pale and burns easily. She is told skin changes every seven years. It is the body’s largest organ, the organ that wears no shield. She thinks of her skin breathing as she breathes, feeding on ...

The Catcher on East Seventy-First Street
I suppose the first thing you’re going to want to know, if you really want to hear about it, is how I got kicked out of school and went running like a madman all over Manhattan and all, having cocktails in hotel restaurants, taking cabs instead of buses, and calling up old ...

Do I Wake or Sleep?
I lie in bed with my personal Venus. She is of flesh and bone like me. I am sleepless and feel belabored reaching for paper and pencil at two forty-four in the morning. I am not a Romantic! I employ only the twenty-six elements and nothing else. I do not nearly know the infinity ...

Gedney Gets the Girl
Gedney Market felt like a new man. Even his walk was lighter, bouncier, more self-confident. As he strode down Lexington Avenue with his chartreuse fanny pack riding jauntily on his hips, everything seemed to interest him. The little musical Peruvians, desperately seeking ...

Angel and Me
My radio was playing, and Angel was on my mind. Sammy Schultz and me were stacking hay down on the Harper place. We were about to be seniors in high school, and it was my first job. Sammy had hired me on at two and a half cents a bale. He owned the tractor, an old John Deere B. ...

A Shudder in the Loins
While retrieving my New York Times I noticed that it was September 12, 1962. My twenty-ninth birthday, god the time. On my stroll from the Harvard Club, where I lived, to my office on Third Avenue, I became pleasantly aware that Manhattan island was waking up from its summer ...

Running Toward the Intersection Blindfolded
Somewhere in Maine a boy waits for my phone call. I can’t call because I can’t move. My chin is touching my knees and I’m breathing so fast I’m practically vacuuming the carpet. I’ve been with Alexander for two years. He changed my life all around. The man I woke up ...