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The Vastness of the Dark

On the twenty-eighth day of June, 1960, which is the planned day of my deliverance, I awake at exactly six a.m. to find myself, on the first day of my eighteenth year, listening to the ringing of the bells from the Catholic church which I now attend only reluctantly on Sundays.

The League of the Living Scripture

After hockey practice, one afternoon, it unrolls for you like the scroll of meat in a tin of tuna, or the rings of a tree from around the date of its beginning in a dot of sap.


The old woman across the street was watching Dr. Levy as he cleared the driveway.

The Blood of Slaves

In Spring when the ice breaks up on the Moscow River and the snow melts, they say the peasant who has consumption knows there is nothing to be done about it.

The Crate

At First,. May said to James on the night of his arrival,


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