Baseball happens to be a game of cumulative tension but football, basketball and hockey are played with hand grenades and machine guns.
In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and the shame of that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold.
Isn't it amazing the way the future succeeds in creating an appropriate past?
Aspiring to a souffle, he achieves a pancake at which the reader saws without much appetite.
