Given the range of his public and private writing, Matthiessen could be described as an early creative nonfiction writer, publishing nine books that included literary criticism and biographies; a monograph devoted to Cheney’s painting soon after his death; and an unusual work best characterized as ...
“Yeah. I want to see it. I want to go to the Four Corners and put my hands and feet in four states at once.” Sam snickered. “Sounds good. Figure out the route. Feel feel to take the scenic one.” “Sam, it’s going to be fine. Your parents live in L.A., for god’s...
she demanded. setting down the wicker basket, she noticed the room. clothes hung restlessly over furniture and sprawled across the floor. shards of broken dishes crumbled beneath her tiny feet. fear began to creep up her neck – a cold shiver, a shaky hand, a darting glance into every ...
[1] And we availed ourselves of that opportunity every chance we got. Front row, center, resting your feet on the apron were the best seats in all of Toronto by the way … The great thing about these midnight screenings was they were almost always packed. Not just a few weirdo movie...
feet or more. On lesser tides, the river is too shallow for the barges to run. From here, the fuel is loaded onto a truck and carried to the diesel generators that provide the village’s electricity. Gasoline, too, along with any sort of large stuff such as vehicles and building ...
英语练习题The world's tallest man grew to be 8 feet 11.1 inches tall.No other person ever ( ) this height.A.knew B.reached C.grew D.becameThat evening she( ) writing the report.A.set out B.set off C.set up D.set about I'm afraid Ican't get in all the whe
plankton between 900 feet and 3,300 feet deep. This differed from the Aug. 4 proclamation by Administrator Jane Lubchenco of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration that three-quarters of the oil was “completely gone’’ or dispersed and the remaining quarter was “degrading rapidly....
– just a little dab of conditioner near my head, and a whole handful from my shoulders down. Using a broad-toothed comb, I comb the conditioner through my hair. I like to stand in the drippings, as hair conditioner is actually one of the very best lotions you can use on your feet!
Wind, rain, tiny flames, my bare feet touching the damp backyard earth and stone. Maybe a break in the heat and a rebalancing of elements was all I needed. And I may be solipsistic but I’m not escapist. I know the fires are still raging, the rights and opportunities of the less-...
Which sometimes ends up on LL’s feet, his back and my hands. So here’s a small clip of a day in the life—one with tears on both our parts—not to make you feel sorry; not to solicit suggestions; not to imply my shit stinks more than yours— ...