The gang’s all here
Can we live up to last month’s hype?
Does your favorite make the cut?
A sampling of staff favorites
Who’s winning, who’s losing, and who’s been snubbed?
In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.
In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.
An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
Without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.
From being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in the room had begun to turn to mud.
Those secret tastes, defeated in the past by oranges and rhubarb, broke out into an irrepressible urge when she began to weep. She went back to eating earth.