The Thousand-and-Second Tale of Scheherazade Truth is stranger than fiction — Old Saying Havingx had occasion, lately, in the course of some oriental investigations, to consult...
A Tale of Jerusalem Intensos rigidam in frontem ascendere canos Passus erat. — LUCAN DE CATONE. A bristly bore. — TRANSLATION. “Let us hurry to the walls,” said Abel-Shittim to Buzi-Ben-Levi and Simeon...
The Spectacles Many years ago, it was the fashion to ridicule the idea of “love at first sight;” but those who think not less than those who feel deeply, have...
Why The Little Frenchman Wears His Arm in a Sling It’s on my wisiting cards sure enough (and it’s them that’s all o’ pink satin paper) that inny gintleman that plases...
A Succession of Sundays “You hard-hearted, dunder-headed, obstinate, rusty, crusty, musty, fusty old savage!” said I, in fancy, one afternoon, to my grand uncle Rumgudgeon — shaking my fist at him...
Silence. — A Fable. ‘Ενδονσιν δ’ορεων κορνφαι τε και φαραγγες Πρωνες τε και χαραδραι -ALCMAN The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags and caves are silent. “Listen to me,” said...
Shadow. A Fable Ye who read are still among the living, but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. For indeed strange...
The Purloined Letter At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18—, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my...
