Sublime

Sex is destiny, is written – an injunction, a commandment, a ukase, to which no resistance, with which no compromise, has ever been possible. I had no great fears on that account.

insofar as it was possible to love someone so naturally comfortable in three-piece suits, I loved him.

Ernest Hemingway thought the “Crack-Up” pieces were “miserable.” People experienced emptiness many

whose supposedly random lightning strikes somehow

Fritz Peters’ Finistère, as well as many of the fine books from the 1950s and even the early 1960s – James Barr’s Quatrefoil (1950), Russell Thacher’s The Tender Age (1954), James Yaffe’s Nothing But the Night (1957) – might fall into this category. This is all rather odd, since if there is one thing we can see in many of Amory’s writings about lit

“It had been her fortune to possess a finer mind than most of the persons among whom her lot was cast; to have a larger perception of surrounding facts and to care for knowledge that was tinged with the unfamiliar. It is true that among her contemporaries she passed for a young women of extraordinary profundity. She had a theory that one should be

“Before an author destroys the natural qualities of his writing—that’s