Irving Layton

So well 'twas phrased

Fiend? Fiend

' Laugh,' I said. ' You must laugh more.'

For you I want the world good.

Stylistically the fifteen stories in this volume make me think of O'Flaherty or the later Tolstoi who read his pious tales to the bearded peasants on his estate.

Little one, the men are loonies

What's the use if we should walk

It was a late November day

Lust without love, and for this we strain

'Quebec roads are damned tricky,' he shouted