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Convulsions

Matthew felt the canes whip against his face and body, and reached out convulsively to anchor himself. The earth subsided and he began to slip down, then rocked as violently as before, throwing the stars...

The patronage of charity

I still had the copy of Cutie Stories in my hands. He leaned across and ripped it away from me – the cover tore across a tight red satin rump. ‘And this is what you...

The pavilion by the lake

The ground dropped sharply to the lake and the small wooden pavilion on a knoll at its edge. Miss Wistreich’s improvements had extended even here. It was flanked now by a double row of young...

Winding the clock

I had warned Miss Wistreich that we should be coming; and she appeared at the top of the steps as the cars drew up at the front door. She usually kept one of the children...

The savagely proliferate years

The Daimler had to follow us the rest of the way. I turned off the main road, watching landmarks of fifty years spring up in postures so convincing that they might never have ceased to...

The moving, meaningless, external world

Piers said restlessly: ‘Any prophecies, Ming?’ The telegraphese from the paranormal spelled out: RID OF BADGER. I heard Britton’s puzzled voice: ‘That’s a funny thing to say.’ Olivia laughed. I imagined it was intended to...