短篇小说 | Never Bet the Devil Your Head

2020年1月23日

"Con tal que las costumbres de un autor ," says Don Thomas de las Torres, in the preface to his "Amatory Poems" "sean puras y castas, importo muy poco que no sean igualmente severas sus obras" -- meaning, in plain English, that, provided the morals of an author are pure personally, it signifies nothing what are the morals of his books.

短篇小说 | An Afternoon Miracle

2020年1月23日

At the United States end of an international river bridge, four armed rangers sweltered in a little 'dobe hut, keeping a fairly faithful espionage upon the lagging trail of passengers from the Mexican side.

短篇小说 | Mystification

2020年1月22日

THE BARON RITZNER VON JUNG was a noble Hungarian family, every member of which (at least as far back into antiquity as any certain records extend) was more or less remarkable for talent of some description -- the majority for that species of grotesquerie in conception of which Tieck, a scion of the house, has given a vivid, although by no means the most vivid exemplifications.

短篇小说 | An Adjustment of Nature

2020年1月22日

In an art exhibition the other day I saw a painting that had been sold for $5,000. The painter was a young scrub out of the West named Kraft, who had a favourite food and a pet theory.

短篇小说 | Found in a Bottle

2020年1月21日

OF my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage and length of years have driven me from the one, and estranged me from the other.

短篇小说 | A Municipal Report

2020年1月21日

The cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each-- This from her mountainside, That from her burthened beach. R. KIPLING.