My father and I were always on the most distant terms when I was a boy--a sort of armed neutrality, so to speak. At irregular inte...rvals this neutrality was broken, and suffering ensued; but I will be candid enough to say that the breaking and the suffering were always divided up with strict impartiality between us--which is to say, my father did the breaking, and I did the suffering.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If the bubble reputation can be obtained only at the cannon's mouth, I am willing to go there for it, provided the cannon is empty....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the weltering hell of the Moorooroo plain The Yatala Wangary withers and dies,... And the Worrow Wanilla, demented with pain, To the Woolgoolga woodlands Despairingly flies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We went to Mannheim and attended a shivaree--otherwise an opera--the one called "Lohengrin." The banging and slamming and booming ...and crashing were something beyond belief. The racking and pitiless pain of it remains stored up in my memory alongside the memory of the time that I had my teeth fixed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »