The Breaded Side of the Mandarin
One side of his head is wedged, not unhappily, smack into the gravid belly of a second-generation hibakusha, who, like the other passengers, is on her way to the labs on top of Hijiyama to be prodded and skewered, solely for the selfless sake of increasing mankind's store of knowledge. No healing is done up there.
I had omitted Tangier. It is a serious and unthinkable and even grievous omission, they said, one after another coming to my tent at sunset and later when the moon rose, beaten into a bronze parenthesis. Its light sat warily in my spoon.
Weirdness in the Kitchen, 1843
That tongue could tear the heart out of a man, make him cry. It could! When Mr. Parsival had given Freedom his name-he did with all his new people-he'd laughed and laughed, said it was funny. Thomasjefferson didn't know why.
The Case of a Butterfly
On her wall is the strangest thing. It's a wooden case with a photograph in it. There are other things in there too, like a miniature parachute, a bill from a flying club, and a label from a bottle of champagne. The picture is of farmers' fields from fifteen hundred feet up. The case has even got a name, "First Jump".