Restoration Work

He tells me he's bought that copy of 'The Struggle For Mastery in Europe' with the handwritten letter

Sweet Tyrannosaurus! Was there ever a more apt occasion for your chicken foot to land like a piano right outside the salon?

He takes a brief detour - past the wild garlic, tracing the mill race's pinballing path, as it thrashes like Holmes and his nemesis grappling

That fresh, crushed sugarcane juice you bought last night at the beach ' it was 80g of Silver Spoon, plus Sprite. But how? You saw them put the cane right through the press! That's telemagic for you ' that's the art of artifice.

her breasts seem to say, “Hey, it’s cramped down here.” “Yeah, let us out.”

On one hand, my mother’s father, dapper in his mason’s sash and apron, ball-bound. On the other, all these restless Platos.

His name is Japanese for ‘explosive heat’ – it’s also, he says, unfastening his suitcase’s brass clasps, the name he gives the ailment, taps the carat of my ribs – “In here, chief?