Has He Come Armed, Then?” She Asked

There Comes A Turning Point In Intense Physical Struggle Where One Abandons Oneself To A Profligate Usage Of Strength And Bodily Resource, Ignoring The Costs Until The Struggle Is Over. Women Find This Point In Childbirth; Men In Battle.

It Was A Beautiful Bright Autumn Day, With Air Like Cider And A Sky So Blue You Could Drown In It.

With That Height, Plus A Face Of An Ugliness So Transcendant As To Be Grotesquely Beautiful, It Was Obvious Why She Had Embraced A Religious Life--christ Was The Only Man From Whom She Might Expect Embrace In Return.

Character, I Think, Is The Single Most Important Thing In Fiction. You Might Read A Book Once For Its Interesting Plot—but Not Twice.

He's A Man...and That's No Small Thing To Be.