They Looked At Each Other, Baffled, In

The Water Rose Further And Dressed Simon's Coarse Hair With Brightness. The Line Of His Cheek Silvered And The Turn Of His Shoulder Became Sculptured Marble.

Don't Get Me Wrong. I Have Nothing Against This As A Method, But It Is Not What English Writers Do.

If Faces Were Different When Lit From Above Or Below -- What Was A Face? What Was Anything?

Maybe There Is A Beast… Maybe It's Only Us.

I Am Astonished At The Ease With Which Uninformed Persons Come To A Settled, A Passionate Opinion When They Have No Grounds For Judgment.