Torsade Literary Space 
The Totem-Maker (part one hundred fifty)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Thirteen The Citadel (part one hundred fifty) “And how, when the day comes, will an enemy overthrow you?” My three zhatabe gave me gentle looks, and the one who named himself Chos, and the woman I had ridden with, who […]
Sequence of Events (part seventeen)
Sequence of Events Chapter Two Mud in Your Eye Van Nest tapped a finger on the rhomboid ashtray. “No, we can take it from the opposite perspective. You just showed us a clipping you carry in your wallet.” “Mm… Harvey didn’t kill the play […]
Sequence of Events (part sixteen)
Sequence of Events Chapter Two Mud in Your Eye “Listen, Van Nest.” Boardman fished in a trouser pocket, made a business of unfolding a clipping from his wallet, leaning to smooth it once, twice— “This latest effort is something of a diamond in the […]
Sequence of Events (part fifteen)
Sequence of Events Chapter Two Mud in Your Eye iii. “Louis might as well have called it Whatta Night!, and put nine numbers in.” Inviting by telephone, Curtis Boardman had requested informality of dress. Two or three of the women wore kimono-style […]
Sequence of Events (part fourteen)
Sequence of Events Chapter Two Mud in Your Eye “Nah,” The Blonde said. “Just talk to me slow.” She was not blonde without her stage wig; her hair was auburn, cut shorter than Freda had seen any woman’s. Her voice lowered to its […]
Sequence of Events (part thirteen)
Sequence of Events Chapter Two Mud in Your Eye Her second day’s education; her second day’s acquaintance with meatloaf for lunch. “I make two at a time, I buy two pounds of ground beef. Marty likes a little pepper and tomato. Or you […]
The Totem-Maker (part one hundred forty-nine)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Thirteen The Citadel (part one hundred forty-nine) After my stay at the fortress of Lord Ei, I was versed in these eastern styles, where screens served for moveable walls, and woven pictorials more often were the shelter from drafts, than […]
The Totem-Maker (part one hundred forty-eight)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Thirteen The Citadel (part one hundred forty-eight) “And yet nothing in his nature, nothing he is able to think of, will turn him aside. He embraces the old, distrusts the new. He cannot see that life only too much goes […]
The Totem-Maker (part one hundred forty-seven)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Thirteen The Citadel (part one hundred forty-seven) And what was the Citadel, when finally I saw it? Not for the first time. When speaking to Wosogo long ago, I had seen that configuration, that plain at the foot of vast […]