I was awakened at midnight by some heavy, low-flying bird, probably a loon, flapping by close over my head, along the shore. So, t...urning the other side of my half-clad body to the fire, I sought slumber again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I've kinda lo...st track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off--you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight)... Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man with lantern: Who are you? Captain: The Flying Cloud. 220 days out of New York and 50 days trying to find your blasted ha...rbor. Man with lantern: Nobody asked you to come. Captain: Got anything in this hog-end of the world except fog? Man with lantern: Sure, we've got gold, fountains of gold.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When we stand the truth on its head we generally fail to notice that our head is not standing where it should be standing either.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is the waiting head doing? It looks the same. Will it lean forward as I turn to go?... I think I can hear it call to me below but no one came no one came.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »